Corner of no and where
We're very much alone out here.
This is my window out into the world,
thirteen by eleven, impossibly deep.
I sit and watch it all fly by,
you work and live, I wait and sleep.
It still gets very crowded,
though I've got no company;
thoughts always coming
and always clamoring.
I just wish I could reach through,
and touch with more than my words.
Or jack my hardline in
so my heart doesn't hurt.
I've wanted to be a lion,
a cat or a fox,
but instead I'm just wallpaper
trapped inside the box.
You might as well though,
I have a mighty roar.
Italicized text from Jubal Early, "Objects in Space," of Firefly