deep one perfect morning

as the sun is heading up

into the sky

and i'm sitting here warming

to the coldness of the things

that meet my eye

something in me's stirring

and the moon and all the stars

fail to comply

and my thoughts are turning backwards

and i'm picking at the pieces

of a world that keeps turning

the screws into my mind

something in me's chilling

and nothing in me's willing

to focus my attention

on the sky

past the weakened eyes

that feel and scream

into your soul

better to paint my hate

on the walls

before the picture goes

and my thoughts are turning backwards

and i'm picking at the pieces

of a world that keeps turning

the screws in my mind

and i can see a wide world

for me to tame