Hollow Man
I'm watching the sun dissolve
Into the Western sky
The night is fading
The grass is getting dry
There is a space between
The action and the thought
Along rusted fences
The words are bought
The men of license
On things I've never known
Work to find a message
And end up alone
On a road that winds through
The edge of the land
The dreams vanish
With a sleight of hand
I stand on a wooden stake,
Trying to start a fire.
To light the straw inside my head
Turn it to desire.
I am the hollow man
From pillar to posts
Watching the dirt and stone
Frightening the ghosts
I am the hollow man
with pain I cannot feel
to be as good as any man
on the potter's wheel.
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