Here Again

So it look's like I'm here again,
Just a tear in the pouring rain,
And it seems that everything's old,
Apparantly made from the same mould,

So it feel's a bit like a photograph,
Each person with an identical laugh,
And maybe I'm trapped in a mirror,
But still nothing gets much clearer,

So it seems like a shadow play,
But I only feel full of dismay,
Half the puppet have cut strings,
And the others have hidden stings,

So it look's like I'm here again,
Subject to my own distain,
As it seems that everythings old,
Green and covered in a fine mould,

Author's Note

Restlessness is a terrible thing.