Cylindrical Lies
I want to be a butterfly I want to stop and weave A hard cocoon of silky thread A place to cry and grieve
I've lost the layers of my life In time's relentless flight Building circled sheets of strife That glow throughout the night
Layered circles, crystal shields Surround my feeble soul I heal inside the shell of glass I strengthen in it's bowl
It's all a sham, it's all a ruse It's foolish to surmise To uselessly abide in here Within cylindrical lies
© Paul Viel 2002 |