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Disconnected Feeling
Here I sit in the cold
Dreaming of warmth
The room feels like Iceland sounds like it should
Looks like the 50's would've if they really were in black and white
Inside I'm as stale as old white bread
Walking outside the door
I feel infinitesimal
Amongst soaring buildings
I fade into the grayness of the world
Yet, I know that I could glow
As big and bright as a neon sign in Times Square
But without you--
I feel like a nightlight
Disconnected from the wall
