Empty vessels fill the rooms of my life;
blurred images printed from imperfect negatives.
And on you I pinned so many hopes;
you carried so much space
with which to fill empty vessels.
Empty vessels keep me company at night;
surrealist prints framed behind cracked, dusty glass.
And on me you pinned so many images;
seeing so much that was illusory.
Don't you know I'm just another empty vessel?
Empty vessels clutter my stairs and hall;
one way alleys never lead anywhere.
And on us they pinned so many dreams,
demanding that we fit their scheme,
and remain forever empty vessels.