The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jan 13, 2005
Transparent Identity
We all live in a transparent world
Living out our transparent lives.
I'm waiting for the revolution of my mind
But maybe that day will never come.
Sit here with me and watch closely
My tape recording life going by.
Listen to the broken record plea
I want so badly to believe that life is real.
I would like every word
To be as true as the one before.
It's too absurd but do you get the feeling
None of this is important any more?
How can I trust my own mind?
Can you trust yours?
Do all the things make sense to you?
They don't to me, not any more.
How can I trust my own mind?
Can you trust yours?
Do all the things make sense to you?
They don't to me, not any more.
How do we get out of this spiral thought?
Trusting nothing, no-one's sane.
In our own minds we are caught
A twisting tumbling losing battle of fate.
Could someone please call a doctor,
One to repair the details of my mind,
Tell me I am right and sane,
I'm losing track of the things I find.
Sit here with me and watch closely
My tape recording life going by
Listen to the broken record plea
I want so badly to believe that life is real.
Stop me before I get carried away
Merging into numb bubbles of desire,
A nothingness of each passing day
A loss of self possession, murder.
Murder of my head and soul
I wash away, I lose myself
I cant regain that old control
I'm losing myself, my own identity
I'm losing myself, my own identity you know.
