It’s frozen in time,
A silhouette at its peak,
A bright blue world that never looked so bleak.
Behind the imaginary window is an imaginary man,
Who climbs, and climbs, and gets nowhere.
There’s no movement behind the window,
There’s no sound to be heard,
Just a single man forever climbing a huge wall of dirt.
Painted on is a bright yellow distorted sun,
Shining on everything but not everyone.
The gray colored eyes of the blue colored man
See nothing but the end
Of his blue colored world with only one plan
And the brown colored dirt that doesn’t blend
And me behind his window seeing the madman
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