I'm caged... Full stop. I'm now swirling in a latitudinal swing... At the moment I'm crying in the cradle of this mother-sworn basket which lures you to sleep... In a sleep where you see what they show, a sublime essence of crystal stained glasses deluding your sense to see, with a splattering kaleidoscope of clinkerring dreams.
And all they show
Is what they have made
None what you can make
I am here now, wide awake
To tell you the truth!
So they give me a taste of their juice
Mixed by men monotoned...
And I doze
Like you and those
Who knows, why
They crave to remain
Here, where lies nothing
But sand, but a tide to learn...
That's all, and just the swing.
And all they show
Is what they have made
None what you can make
I am here now, wide awake
To tell you the truth!
So they give me a taste of their juice
Mixed by men monotoned...
And I doze
Like you and those
Who knows, why
They crave to remain
Here, where lies nothing
But sand, but a tide to learn...
That's all, and just the swing.
