Portrait Less Sugar
have you ever fell in a metamorphasis. cling to the walls
and
not let go. escape and find something to follow. it's all
the same
to me. this is whats right, this is whats narrow. to know
you're
well off and not neglected. mark me on my feet so colored
and
sharper and pleased to meet you again. this time its wild
and
being fought underground. being followed by mountains
clear and
sound. it turns my arms right over. it sounds so nice and
it
sounds so clear so why am i jealous of all the fear. and
i don't
owe you anything. this time its all over.
