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.