Am i pellucid
Can any being see me
Like doors standing wide open can you see right through me
Are you all looking past me or at me


What did I do to you
To deserve this
The treatment the wind gets
It's never really a being a living thing
You feel it it caresses your face
But it's never acknowledged as simply being
For this treatment
Did I **** you or did I ****** your ardor
Well you have kilt mine