On The Wall

Unlike the mole
i’m not in a hole
and i can’t see anyway
just like a doll
i’m one feet tall
but dolls can’t see anyway
the frozen stare
the clothes and hair
these make me taste like a man
tied to a door
chained to a floor
an hour glass grain of sand
swim in the sea
swim inside me
but you can’t swim far away
i never grew
covered up by you
and nothing grows anyway
life in a sack is coming back
i’m like the clock on the wall