Who Said That

You've been staring at the floor too long now, say something that's real

But your words are so cheap, and you have no case for appeal

It's impossible to get through when words become your mask

Only you can recall the truth as we gaze at the museum glass

And I admit the journey is fantastic

But the fare is much too high

The moment someone turns their head

You crumple to the sky

You've only told a third of your story, try not to press your luck

Comrades fidget nervously when two thirds attempt to make a buck

If you look too closely, you can watch the humor leave their eyes