I don't fit in your holes, and you never see
how much I'm hoping to shut up and differ
closing these eyes while you suffer apart
so I craft my latest lullaby
of meandering words and somnolent beat
to read myself asleep in the dark
and wake up to find you reformed
solipsism swallowing strife

You'll be the happy family I never need leave
We'll play perfect games, laughing and smiling all day
eating and drinking our insults away
'til finely used together, we'll sleep up some stars
and climb my dream ever higher
each day dawning perfectly clear

I'll conjure this on my own, and watch you all fall into place
You'll fit all these holes and
I know you won't mind 'cause
I've left no room for complainers.




© G.Cassel 2004