I cross the glass door
And another set of rules
Sits on my shoulders and shouts.
Hands are hesitant,
the risk analysis is fast,
The location controlled,
My breathing not a priority anymore.
Science meets poetry
I cross the glass door
And another set of rules
Sits on my shoulders and shouts.
Hands are hesitant,
the risk analysis is fast,
The location controlled,
My breathing not a priority anymore.