You can’t find me in a dictionary
So I can’t be human
As much as you love this race
You hate it just the same
Can’t decide between the two
So you want to lay me down
In a bed of weeds-
Waters always rushing-
You want to trap my soul
For my misdeeds-
Waters always rushing-
I wonder will I be plugged in
To the source-
Not your swords or cords
Can a heart’s halo crack the surface
I want to know
Cause the observer effect kills us all
Whether we jump, swim, walk or crawl
One little flutter, I could have flown away
Now I’m in a different place
With different kinds of art
And different listening devices