It’s so close
I could almost tell myself I’m inside.
But there’s always that line,
There’s always too little time.
And I’m back outside.
I could talk and talk,
And listen till I drop and die.
But there’s always a bind,
There’s too little left behind.
And I’m back outside.
I could take things in,
I could try to jump aboard.
But there’s always a threshold,
Where the warmth turns cold.
And I’m back outside.
I could be me or at least try,
I could let out what’s inside.
But there’s a forcefield,
There’s always a shield.
And even with me, I’m back outside.
I wish and wish
I knew my own mind.
And it’s about time
It’s all about time
And I’m stuck here outside.
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