Dogs

there are panels of glass in front of my eyes

and i'm standing in green grass outside

everything behind me is a lie

the streets, the cars

the houses and stars

and what is filling up my sight embodies truth

i'll stand forever and waste my youth

and the raindrops on my head seem to sooth

this foreboding foreshadowing feeling

and i can see a fan on the ceiling

behind this glass I'm staring through

just spinning and spinning how fans do

like centripetal singing, singing truth

and stirring up whatever emotions lie in air

the family dog sets idly in there

just breathing, he knows how to live

just breathing, he knows how to live

just breathing, he knows how to live