Sitting upon the rock, brain burning
In that solitary land
There I fall between two stools
I think bright as a button
As any stretch of imagination
As gentle as a lamb
I guess lines
Figuring out the things
Getting down nitty gritty
But I faint dead away
No heads or tails
But I reconcile
Like martin Luther
Between black and white
I scratch remaining forehead
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
Sitting upon the rock, brain burning
In that solitary land
There I fall between two stools
I think bright as a button
As any stretch of imagination
As gentle as a lamb
I guess lines
Figuring out the things
Getting down nitty gritty
But I faint dead away
No heads or tails
But I reconcile
Like martin Luther
Between black and white
I scratch remaining forehead