I was taught of resurrection
Of body and of mind, yet
On the side of insurrection
Is where you're going to find me at

They told me of the implication
Of my moral bind
But now I've lost infatuation
With them and all their kind

A full eclipse of mind
Obscures all but the rind
Encrusted by the grime and dust
It's swelling from the stress inside
It looks like it might bust

I rather like this one, it seems
It's not what I had thought.
And though it's nothing like my dreams,
I like it quite a lot.