Kinaesthesia

Primordial Soup and a structured tie
the sphere is resting on a burgousie guy
Mirror Mirror on the door
window to where I was before

and I'm waiting
for whats in store
and I waiting for something more

no where to go
no one to see
reserve this special place for me

No mulligans no second chances
no one left to burn my enhancements
Mirror Mirror on the door
window to where I was before

no education
no career
I'm not saying it with a tear

I have no mate
to placate
just my pets to keep me warm

Lock the windows close the drapes
before a single vision escapes
Mirror Mirror on the door
window to where I was before