Looking in
I'm outside looking in at myself. Observing only, isn't good for ones health. How strange it then seems, the things that I do. I didn't even have time to think, my own actions have been construed.
Those tired old strings, you've heard it before, how the puppeteer is lingering just inside the stage door. A foothold of my mind, the play is now set. The wheels and cogs are moving, but their not moving forward yet.
Forward march! Into the bowels of the madness, no more restraining we voices make you glad yes? Yes indeed of course we make you glad, and don't worry about crowding, we have the whole pad.
How good it is, a mind to crush. A munch a munch feel the bloody gristle gush. What a lovely treat that we get, a day at a time. But the day is soon coming when we'll eat the whole mind.
No more mind, we all feel so sad. It's so lonely in here, we all feel so bad. Oh well no more cares, no more worries, it was fun while he lasted. I guess we'll move on to another poor master!
