Autobiopoetry

Adjectives from a type writer,

He moves his words like a prize fighter.

At the frenzied pace of the mind,

Inside a cell.

The man in the room might just as well be,

The man in the room might just as well.

Outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of the echoes and sounds from this side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

He's so nervous but you can't tell,

When his mind is moving all can be well.

Through the hazy shell of the smoke,

Around his head.

The man in the room seems well read to me,

The man in the room seems well read.

He's outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of echoes and sounds from my side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

Subtext to what he says right now,

Translation comes easy somehow.

Speaking in a tongue which you and I,

Find hard to tell.

The man in the room might just as well be,

The man in the room might just as well.

Outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of echoes and sounds from my side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.