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Hollow Before you stands a hollow man With bandages so torn Substance ripped from where it ran Imagined since its born All this time considered whole A master of its world Until it found a brighter soul A bolder beat unfurled A beat to beckon, summon forth Too avenues so strange Too shores that reckon, further north So far, so out of range So far, so foreign, out of touch So distant, out of sight A place so missed, by oh so much In a space dismissed as right Asylums wrapped in bandage, swathed At home we count our stock A syndrome feared, hopes are saved A culture it can shock Treatment from an outside source that somehow seems to fit As meds, they run their final course They show us where we sit Sold a bold illusion, bought The act of being whole In darkened nights on webs we're caught A silver moon extols Praises, points at voids inside Daring us to dream To find someone to join the ride Scaring up a scheme To fill a hole we didn't even realise was there To make us run and lose the splint sprint to some place where Someone else can fill the void And we in turn fill theirs Survivors out at sea so buoyed Swimming out in pairs Yet even when we sense the pull And tides they call our name Sirens sing, with voices full Sweet, yet laced with pain … for now, I am a hollow man Frayed bandages amiss Finding substance anywhere I can … but where it truly is |