Trapped
Facing down a road,
So long, so old.
You see a cat run across the screen,
Hopping like a toad.
Short and black,
Her little tail wags.
A grin appears on her face,
She laughs and walks away.
You look around
And see green trees,
Then you realize
You're in the screen.
You slap the glass,
It crumbles in your hand.
Now all you see is black.
Now you're trapped.
All because
You broke the glass.
1994
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