24 is hard cranking on daily machinery
And hard hopes against the steep incline of social advancement,
Bitter grit against thick resistance--
Carving through rough weather with a quarrelsome crew.

Meetings with genius in strange empty rooms
Leaving them, wondering if he's the real deal or just a farce
Wondering if he'll ever give me that money
Pondering on money, what that really means
And how it works.

Wondering and pondering a lot,
Watching YouTube videos a lot
Until the fangs of night come down
And I lay wriggling and insane in the mouth of the universe
Unpracticed and unresolved
And I think about my ex-girlfriend of five years ago
But lay next to a perfect goddess
Who is breathing love
In and out and I listen

So turn over another disaster for me
Turn me and the earth and sun into death and along the way,
Drag me through disappointment

And turn me, great wind
Into the blues and a song and a crooked smile
Into fragments of love and marks that grow
Into a structure that gives and sways in the wind
But listens to it and learns what it is.

Into the grand prism of reality
Where nothing can stay but everything goes
Where I can slosh off my faults with my dreams and my worry
And it will not leave
A ****** stain.