Painting in different directions
Striving towards a painted goal
The chaos works as a nasty infection
In the pure health of the knitted souls

And all because half cannot
Make up her mind
Its seems all her training she's forgot
And her logic nowhere to find

And with each hesitant word
Comes a falling painted chip
To think of its demise would be absurd
How so much damage come from one lip?

Nothing but sky and earth clashing
Winds of desperation thrashing
Calming waters come out lashing
And everything I've ever known seems to be
Vanishing