he closed his eyes and was alone
he held his hand and felt it grow
he had become a gyroscope
all wound inside and no control
and all the tiny tendrils
how they longed for reassurance
as the little boxed-in bushes
pay the price of perseverance
a wasted day had come and gone
he searched his wrist for extra time
and finding none to his remorse
he pulled the plug and left for good
he cracked a smile (he cracked a smile)
and no one laughed (and no one laughed)
I'm just an inside joke he thought
but who was he (but who was he)
to say his thing to anyone
about this stupid selfish stuff
and all the tiny tendrils
how they longed for reassurance
as the little boxed-in bushes
pay the price of perseverance
he closed his eyes and was afraid
he held his hand and felt it grow