Narrow man
All I could see was pink
He told me it was blue
He told me not to worry
and accept that all is true
All I hear is sound
Vibrating on the ink
He told me it was still
He told me not to think
All I taste is flavour
were everything is sweet
He gave me all that’s bitter
He told me I must eat
All I touch is air
as it moves around my soul
He tells me this is worthless
He fills my hands with gold
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