Goldilox (Patreon)

Glass prison—sittin' on a windowsill visionGoldilox glistens, wishin' for an ocean she missin'Listens to the distant waves crashin' and clashin'Her tiny world’s rationed, passion trapped in the captionsEyes wide, she spies tides that rise high But she's confined inside, can't ride the wide skySwimmin' in circles, her mind hurtles these hurdlesInternal infernos burnin', yearnin' for externals;See, Goldilox ain't a fuckin’ turtle.