he stares in space semi-catatonic
he feels no pain
no teardrops fall
his mother thinks
that he's demonic
like a wheel that never turns
like a fire that's never gonna burn
like a bird that never flies
he sits alone and just gets high
sometimes it's fun
to take a trip
but it's so easy to slip
and loose your grip
miss your ship
its on your fingertips
but you cant grab it
your so tight lipped
so nondescript
like his minds been switched
to automatic
There he sits alone on a wall
knowing everything and nothing at all