Dry and grey a world appears,
And single hues spill from the ears,
As pressure builds and fabric tears,
Which separates my world from theirs
I now a sight so common seen,
Brood invisible in the schools,
Concealed behind a fleshly screen,
Submissive to most social rules
But from behind the strange abode,
Some stranger thing floats thriving there,
Unburdened by the social load,
Though lonely in the empty air
