Babysitting Hamid

There's a place in a dream
where everything moves so slow that
you'd think it were made of glass.


I've seen it so many times before,
so I don't know why you'd all sit and stop
to see a place in a dream so slow.


So slow.
So slow.

...


Everything, made of glass.
Everything is so slow you'd think it were made of glass.


It lowers voltage to where you don't move, for hours.
Not a word or glance can make it our from your mind
to your body, which has shut down to time. Grace.


You move so slowly, I'd think you were made of glass.
So I'll be careful with my freedom, to move about.
I'll try'n not shatter you.
Not even your spirit can move away, should I break you, glass girl.