A New Model - Insight
Posted May 29, 2006
What's all the fuss about?
Only I know the coulour of your eyes.
Sure you can look in the mirrors, stare for
hours, I dare.
You're only seeing from the inside-out, not from the
outside-in.
You are so lucky.
What if there was some sort of, reverse mirror?
Some sort of, contraption that would enable
yourself to see you, the way I see you.
Would you be brave enough to use it?
Would you be brave enough to see what i see?
Fortunately i don't give refunds on this trip.
So what you see is what you get, literally.
You are so lucky.
Contrary to popular belief, i can show you, the way I truly see.
Contrary to popular belief, you would step inside my office
Would you shut the door?
Or are you too worried about on-lookers.
No, you only care about me.
But why do I ask questions, when I already know the answers?
You must be cold, you're shivering.
I really don't know why I ask questions.
When I already know the answer.
The game hasn't even begun, and Ive already been played out.
I only wanted a prize!
Something to hold on to, while this small talk ended.
You see, the truth is,
This contraption I speak of, is merely my imagination.
It's merely hope that one day, i'll find someone.
A better model.
A better version.
Built with better parts.
That will be able to give ME a work-out.
- Brett Featherman -
