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life in a fishbowl - maus

spending the rest of our lives,
swimming in circles,
chasing our own tails.
compare reflections of our scales,
silver in moonlight,
iron by daylight.

we forget who we are in 15 seconds time,
and after a while a year has gone by.

always hoping to catch our own sparks,
in the blank eyes of others,
who just return what was offered.
and then we can't see,
though we focus our eyes,
through our little fishbowl,
only our watered-out egos.

we forget who we are in 15 seconds time,
and after a while a year has gone by.

we choose to accept all the same old songs,
choose to accept this exact same day,
the same today as yesterday,
the same old things as everyday,
the same today,
the same old thing.

we choose to accept this same old month,
choose to except this same old year,
choose to except this same old tired round.

...og aftur og aftur og aftur og aftur og aftur og aftur
...og einu sinni enn...