Sean Phelan
I sit at the edge of this room, In my little glass box
And you can see me
Hear me
Even put your hand to mine
But I don’t feel you
Just the cold glass
And you can hardly tell the difference now
Maybe you can’t see it
Maybe you just don’t care
And eventually you move
And keep moving
Further and further along your path
And the world moves with you
But I can’t move
Not really
I’m stuck in a shell
A cage
I cannot move
My glass box keeps me still