The Pianist from Another Dimension

A humdrum world inside a bell,
I wonder if it’s like what it seems,
I watched them roll inside out
and no one flinched at the scenes.
Went to start a fight with them,
a sordid party to attend.
Where no one heard the final notes
and the colours didn’t make sense.
Where felines didn’t mind the mice,
who scurried past in endless loops.
Where they just saw themselves-
reflections off their empty stones.
The pianist played mournful tunes,
to sing of their current affairs.
He seemed like the only one,
not disillusioned by the vanity fairs.
So I marched to that sane man,
and punched out all his lights.
Oh well, if the world is to be doomed,
I might as well join the ranks.