Empty Mirrors

My suit's too tight, it cuts my air. And this desk

a cage I can't repair. I built a tower high with

no door. What's the point of all this for?

And the clock hands drag, they twist and bite. I'm drowning slow

in fluorescent light. Empty mirrors they show me lies. I blink once

and years go by. I shout my name but no reply.

Empty mirrors they just won't try. The coffee's cold, the

news repeats. I chase my shadow down dead streets. My shoes are