If I ever found in my deepest essence
The spring of Flora's fine Dehiscence
A contrary spirit, unimpressed
The product of my loneliness

If I ever had to hold my tongue
I might just lose it in my lungs:
A gasp so sharp and **** so deep
I'd sleep so much I'm losing sleep

If I ever found some mortal wound
Beneath my flesh, pristine and pruned
If ever such a snag I'd find
I'd dance around and lose my mind

And that is all life really is
Don't mean to hurt your feelings, kid
Just calm your **** don't flip your lid
Your present goal is healing this