The crystal walls you can’t see them
It’s true
When they lock the jar you can’t hear it
true for you
…
Again the writing, the forbidden phone answering
The nonstop calendar rush, nonsense aging mind
…
The breathing mask you can’t see it
It’s true
The small life I’ve built inside
I’ve built inside this crystal mind
…
Distant flag all blurry photographs
ending up at the very same made up piece of mind
…
The orange rage you can’t feel it
Might be true
Nonstop calendar rush inside a crystal jar
You are on the other side
