Trying so hard to
Avoid those corners

I hugged myself
In the jacket when they
Said this is yours

I bit my lip
While plugging
My ears

Trying so very hard
To push this stick up
Into another gear

My mind has
Gone and got me
Under the gun

I'm about
To shoot it off

Go out in style
And call it fun

Someone
That doesn't
Want some thing
Would be a relief

It saves on the sorrow
Saves much of the grief

Crazy mixed up world
A threat to ourselves

Bumping into a morning
No giving fair warning

I built up my own sweet hell
And on this I dwell

'Twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what we Are'.