This obsession, with the regression-
Well I'd never lean my lessons faster than
The tide swaying my bones in a bottle
Out to the jetti where the jaded rocks crashed me
I became seaglass, a smoothed over mass that
Taught me, nothing,
Taught me,nothing-
And dried salt sprayed our eyes
Liquified voices,called our names
Countless times;
A doubt to follow our old ways
A risen flame, just brushing the lions mane
Oh sweet, silly things, much bigger
Than I can see,you right infrount of
Where I need to be—
"Where do I need to be?"
I tried every road, the breaks failed me
The careless casualties
Taught me nothing,
Taught me nothing.