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like a lost soul…in a fish bowl


dry at last, have
no more words to write
no more thoughts to share
no, there’s no more points to make –

it has all been said before
it has all been heard before
but no one listens, no one listened

nothing new,
my thoughts, my fears, my life,
I’ll let the music makers sing it out for me,

for it has all been said before, it has all been felt before

Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.