Thursday, 12:08 p.m.   Talking to People Who Aren't There Where the poo is Simon? ---------------- 12:59 p.m It's a cold and lonely day Yesterday was a waste of make up Today is a waste of consciousness The water swirls around my feet Everyday is the same as the day before it Only the cars are different Different cars on the same road The water swirls around my calves Bits and pieces of destinations float around Waiting to be caught and put in a jar Like fireflies and caterpillars The water swirls around my knees People can't hear me even though I scream They keep walking towards their end They keep walking and driving away life The water swirls around my thighs I think I'm in a transparent glass box I'm waving at everyone around me All they do is stare onwards into the future The water swirls around my middle The people just talk to themselves Their little plastic boxes with antennas Can't help them find their souls The water swirls around my chest I think I'd like to help you out Give me your 245-function cellular phone We can crush it and free ourselves The water swirls around our shoulders Smile at me so I can see clearly We might be aware but so are they They're just pretending to be blind The water swirls around our necks This might well be the end for us But the music's not done playing yet If someone else would please wake up The water swirls around our foreheads Take a deep breath and plunge below We won't stay in here any longer Hand in hand, let's leave this box The water swirls in our lungs But it's not the ending Just the intermission