Is it wrong to be preoccupied with 'What if?'
Electrons forming interpretations in tissue
Creative strives taken as eyes glaze away from what they see
The mind busy with images of preferable realities
"Sorry what was that?"
It's easy to be preoccupied I guess
Tobacco turning orange and grey and transparent
The nature around propelling hidden processes
But all the while I'm busy with what's what
and what could be
There's a man who speaks for me in these conscious dreams
He's got my face and he's got my name
But such a clean definitive tongue to touch ears with
Pity when the people are there to hear him
I bottle it
With all this preoccupation
The screens and spirits and unsolvable celluloids
I'm just going to try to settle down amongst wood and grass
Breathe deeply, think slowly, step safely
And see what happens