AN ELEGANT EQUATION BOWS TO THE ZEPHYR OF NATURE’S OVERTURES.
AS FOR ME …
I’M A BYSTANDER CAUGHT LOOKING THE OTHER WAY
EARTH IS A CRIME SCENE, AND FOR THE RECORD, KILLING TIME IS MURDER
IN AN ACT OF SELF-IMMOLATION, LIES OUR MOTHER
CLEAR-CUTTING MY ROOTS HAS ME ON SUICIDE WATCH
ECLIPSING THE KILLING FLOOR GRAZE OUR SACRED COWS
ALAS, ONLY IN THE EMBER MONTHS IS MY CONFESSION REALIZED
BETRAYING HER WAS MY SHADOW
STALKING HER, MY GUILT
PICKING UP THE TAB A GIVEN
I ALONE CAN TURN THE TIDE
THE FOG OF MEANING 