How Come They Don't Touch The Ground

Even yesterday has gone away

Has tomorrow ever come

Will next week last forever

How come it's funny but it's not fun





Have the fingers slipped, has time been cut

Has the face misled the eye

Break the glass let me out of here

Why doesn't six come after five





Turning, turning round and round

My feet are burning

How come they don't touch the ground





I play a game on the paving stones

The cracks seem so small to me





I suddenly shrink and meet some insect friends

And need binoculars to see across what now is wide to me





They close the doors on another train

The windows dirty as the floor

You can play games with your reflections

But i don't do that anymore





I got up to leave

But something i couldn't see--stopped me


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