Look at me, let your vision stick Gaze and gawp and stare unashamed As if my heart cannot be maimed As if eyes cannot cut or prick
Marvel at the floundering fool My legs kicking against the ground But I don’t move or make a sound But I will drown, and play it cool And of my hopes and ambitions? When was the last time I progressed? Your eyes wander have I regressed? Your eyes note all my decisions