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the confines of my castle so gloomy, I think of my future so leaden and doomy. Be warned, the guards say, To visitors everyday, And I wait for impending death. The pain of its escape from my grasp, Like stepping of foot ‘pon unseen asp. So slowly the clock ticks. Tick-tocking, Tick-tocking, Edges of sanity, The boat is rocking. Each tick is tocking and glaring at me, mocking, Just mocking me in this silver chair. Enter silver chair. So there you are, In far off safe place, But still caught in the infinite rodent race. You go though maze and eat your meal, Yet no hunger do I feel, My mind is transcending this tiny space. The people are chain-smoking. One pleases the King, Another takes over. Life is endless fire stoking. One’s only happiness, To be found in the lover. Yet somewhere birds are singing, Toll-bells, for me, are ringing. Self-pity lasts not forever, And we must all cater to the clever. For reality lets us escape it, But only when we let it. This time is true insanity. Get yourself in line. Let your heart be free, Rescue all humanity. French--fried, Fat-free, All that we can eat. Reality has fled. I sit in my castle so gloomy, Keep me away from society so leaden and doomy. -Kyle Warren '01 |
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