Fish Bowl Furnishings

Confined to a mind, defiant to its wiring
Inside a head, I quietly hide within

Bound to a skin I'm not comfortable in
Defined by the colours of our kin

Constrained by values, beliefs handmade
Some second hand, some in our DNA

Enslaved to our expectations
Chained to what's left when we fail them

On a street where these neighbours are strangers
At a gameshow carousel of saviours

Tied to a job of mutual indifference
That will never reciprocate what we give to it

Lost in a broken dream
On an island drifting out to open sea

Further away from its continent
Tethered to our history measured by it's obelus

A grain of sand, a spec of dust
A vacant plan, a lesser fuss
Inflated worth, A chemical cocktail
An ancient curse, embers of lost grail

You're someone's sanctum, on this lonely sphere
At best that's something, at worst a smear

The bigger picture, can be so unclear
But If your mark is missing it would feel so insincere

In the arms of a mother that knows we'll be the death of her
Close enough to smell our poison on the breathe of her

Sinking in sand, trapped in an hour glass
Wasting time, trying to make an hour last

Beyond our own mortality
Detracted by illusions of our own majesty

Atop a rock that spins just right
Tipped toward a light that permits this life

A finite fin swimming in eternity
Unable to see beyond our fish bowl furnishings

Beneath sparks of bright scatterings
An expanding masterpiece thrives in a galaxy

Cloaked in the vastness of universe
That's blind to our rule of this ruined dirt

Behind a limelight of cosmic magnificence
Intricate, solemnly, insignificant

A grain of sand, a spec of dust
A vacant plan, a lesser fuss
Inflated worth, A chemical cocktail
An ancient curse, embers of lost grail

You're someone's sanctum, on this lonely sphere
At best that's something, at worst a smear

The bigger picture can be so unclear
But If your mark is missing it would feel so insincere