He looked inward from outside his bubble
but who was he they asked
his glare couldn't quite penentrate the nature of his own life
And the onlookers chuckled at his inability
He had used an aeroplane to see inside himself from afar
To pull himself through the thick membraine of predictability
like a rebirth strange and pressurized
waking to these mockers on the other side
seeing his problems as clear as the sun
but in his eyes there was only fog
from the other side of the world
trying to form that stem of an inkiling
get inside his own head
a huge industrial city
crime and pollution
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