Today is the day I rebel
Against everything
I've ever known and felt

Today is the day I cut off
My feelings from my head
So they don't interfere

But maybe I wanna wait
Till tomorrow,
So I can say bye.

My words most dry
Call nothing
And certainly not out
Or about
To me

Fear not

Concurred worlds such as these, incurred
Stretch out only in mind
And thorough constant memory
And considerable adaptation, often hold

As the army of creation marches on
Towards the rounded everloving demise of me
So this uniformity of us marches there without toll

Paying nothing
Saying nothing

And to no one
In particular

We grow old before we can realize that fear
Held nothing but the bitter cold