I am the glass man
I introduce myself
But without a name
Without an age
Without me
Without a role
Without a place
Without
I stubbed out my past
I made ashes from my memories
Nothing to say
Nothing to learn
Nothing to
Nothing to win
Nothing to lose
Nothing
My roof is a blue sky
I rent it every night
Today's another Sunday
Of people passing by
Poetry stinks on the street
And after all I have what I need
I am the glass man
Nobody can see me
My superpower
My hiding place
My will
My roof is a blue sky
I rent it every night
Today's another Sunday
Of people passing by
Poetry stinks on the street (reeks)
And after all I have what I need