From ripe to rotten, too real to live
should I lie down or stand up
And walk around again?
My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
I finally found the sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other
With the nectar and pucker the sour
Of bittersweet weather
It blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Flies through the last gasp we left on this earth
t's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Should I die again?
Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing through space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold, dead face
with my own wooden case