The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jul 16, 2003
Truth
1982
Im losing touch with reality
My mind is full, yet my thoughts go free
Drifting past me like floating clouds
Empty faces in the city crowds.
People I've known, places I've been
Go floating past me, as if in a dream
Up on a roftop looking down
Theres a man with no face dressed like a clown
In the frightened city no one dare
To stop and look up as if to care
For deep inside they know they will find
That what they see was all in their mind
I long to leave this frightening place
To break away from the human race
To reach for a clowd way up in the sky
A welcome refuge for me to cry.
