The Cave (Recorded)

Trapped in the cave, or is it more like a tomb?

I chewed apart the placenta and escaped from the womb
To an icicle prison cell without nearly enough room.
When the nightmares are daily it can only spell doom,
and if bombs are atomic only mushrooms will bloom.

Societies full of larvae in a kaleidoscope cocoon.
Like a sunflower at midnight searching for the highest noon.

Internal comparisons to Rene, Locke, and Hume.
Idolize Aesop for the way he rocks on Fumes.
Thirsting for fables that help me to see through the gloom and still questioning the need to know who is a whom.

Looking for an angel who brings a harp and a loom
So we can cuddle away December till it feels like June.

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