Like the shadow beneath the sea,
And the fin of the shark from under me,
There is a distant problem up ahead.
But I don't fear it; No, not today.

Like the dust that falls from the stars,
And the sand that glimmers, like the lights and cars,
I will remain like the celestial bodies before me:
Revolving around and around till they collide.

And if the city blocks out the lights,
And if the sun doesn't shine behind,
Just know that there might be trouble ahead,
But you could always replace it with hope instead.

I got unruly hair,
And I got a blank-slate stare.
I got electricity running through my veins,
Trying to make a break for my remains.

I got a heart falling out of my chest
And I got a night lacking of rest.
I got a paper full of erasable feelings,
Trying to break the glass ceilings.

I got spiders climbing up my walls,
And I'm making circles round these square halls.
I got a hazy, crazy memory
Trying to set the beast within me free.

Yet, I can't remember
What happened yesterday or last December.
All I got to my name
Are my words--which are all the same.