so you hugged the globe

now it's whirling too fast

i really got no hope to hang on to the past

the train has departed, the toxins have started

to announce that none will last

i cower in the gutter of a world that's not so near

and i listen to their mutters that are spinning through the air

the words unspoken, the promises broken

and the ones who really care

i'm the watcher of the scene

i see our shadows on the screen

and when the subway brakes to preserve some suicidal bee

i stop to breathe for a while

maybe it was me

this is the world gliding by

like the driftwood beams

on a lifetime's stream

the instant fundamental sky for pandora's lullaby

i see distorted faces coined like gold

and in their wrinkles programs that commercial gurus told

a watermark against a spark

umbrellas that they hold

i'm gliding in the distance and watch the world go by

an orbit full of questions, a perforated sky

but i just sit and wonder a bit that they never wonder why