Like a rodent in a dead tree
my soul as misguided as me
the ghost with the least
at least that’s just the way I’ve felt
I thought I gave up the ghost long ago
but I still seem to be around
not as round as I one was, but I’m not the form I’ll be
Ten years on now, and truly I’ve only just begun
[to understand my ever-setting sun!]
Believe me, I’m trying to put music to my troubles
While I’ve never said forever, I’ve said never many times
If in the machine of my body, the brain processor of central things
I’d like to put a bullet to that binary
Maybe see what the next life brings?