Stuck in a Bell Jar

Appear, disappear
My mundane dreams,
They beckon a shadow
In a brightly lit room
In a crowded buzz
I’m in the dark, alone
The chair stares me down
An empty executioner
With nowhere to go
They smile and laugh
And appear, disappear
And suddenly I’m crying alone
Inside out or outside in
Does it really matter?
I wouldn’t really know
But as the day ends
The dawn sets in
For an unlikely morrow
I still wake up all alone

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