in number ten I'm stranded
behind closed doors, in open plains,
between bright colors, window panes,
in misery and vivid beauty
I strife in solemn duty
convinced the circle has a deeper meaning,
to prove that happiness lies in the way
with each day I grow stronger,
with each day I am more a rock
my power stems from an ambition
to hide what I cannot achieve
springs dance, but I can't feel them,
the singing birds are just a sign,
and the flowers nature gave me-
a poor excuse for crime
Life gave me plenty,
and stole my power to enjoy
I was conceived a sphere
I barely touch and slide away
Locked in my shape you cannot reach me
I am my shell and I exist this way
nine vast and luscious lands in distance
but what separates the "me" from you
is my own crippled nature
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