You stare up through the ceiling,
Wondering if there's a God.
You feel like David Bowman,
Alone in his space pod.
You stare down through the floor,
Wondering if there's a Hell.
You feel like Evey Hammond,
Alone in her concrete cell.
You stare out through the walls,
At the world far beyond.
You feel alone, so very alone,
Apart from a tout le monde.
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