Swinging Around

I remember things... I had a family, a life outside this black and blue box. Everyday I swing and dodge, swing and dodge, to what end? I can't remember how I get here and there appears to be no way for me to leave. Even after I'm obliterated by the fire beams or crushed by the meteors I come back, just to repeat it all again.

I see the faces of people on the outside, they look at me, but I doubt they see me. Clicking on their mouse and tapping on their keyboard, they don't care about me, I don't think I care about me anymore. This hell has no end in sight and I cannot remember a start, perhaps the idea of such things is not applicable here... I do not enjoy that thought.

Swing and dodge, swing and dodge.