First breath, undressed
first dismantled-resold for parts
Critique will carry you off in a cart if you're not careful.
Because in this mean - getting meaner - world we're living in
At least thirty percent "believe" in "original sin"
An inexcusable chip of guilt predetermined.
That's twenty-five to eternity and back again.

I heard her back crack again as she rolled over.
Getting older
Imagining bolder than cross-country renegades
Left us digging ditches without a *****.
Less bounty than all of Suffolk County could prescribe
Matter of fact, may as well chew cyanide
Than choosing you want to leave this Messy Life alive.

Because you can't. No one does,
Not even those filled with holiest Love
Personally hand-delivered by idyllic "god" above.
When you learn below, you'll feel the flight of the morning dove.

The Path doesn't split with the cresting tide like the sunbeams.
or how water and sky divide
Have you ever seen a cloud go hide to die?
We ask and beg, demand the lights in the sky
To explain. Were we crafted from stitched animal parts?
Or grown from Angel Dust?