Becoming a Jackal

“The most familiar room
every implement was leading to you
and your homely sense of dissaray
never once the same
always rearranged
but things would never change
in the seam between the window frame
where the jackals preyed on every soul
where they tied you to a pole
and stripped you of your clothes
I was a dreamer
staring at windows
out onto the main street
cause that’s where the dream goes
And each time they found fresh meat to chew
I would turn away and return to you
you would offer me your unmade bed
feed me till I’m fed
and read me till I’m read
but when the morning came
you would catch me at the window again
in an eyes wide open sleeping state
staring into space
with no look upon my face
I was a dreamer
staring at windows
out onto the main street
cause that’s where the dream goes
And when I got older
when I grew older
out onto the streets I flew
released from your shackles
I danced with the Jackals
and learned a new way to move
so before you take this song as truth
you should wonder what I’m taking from you
how I benefit from you being here
lending me your ears
while I’m selling you my fears
I was a dreamer
(I’m selling you my fears)
staring at windows
(I’m selling you my fears)
out onto the main street
(I’m selling you my fears)
cause that’s where the dream goes
(I’m selling you…)
I was a dreamer
staring at windows
out onto the main street
cause that’s where the dream goes”.

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