i shoot my dinner
and rinse the glass
my patience waits
for overpass
i'll have a second
    just to rush the hour

i love my life
well, parts at least
that lonely lust
doth shape the beast
that finds me at the mirror
    feeling sour

i everspan
my thanks in true
such luck i've had
in finding you
i grovel seed
    while you so gather flowers

i'll rule my world
expressive here
but catch you not
your soul so dear
   to me
              it seems
     so useless
                 are my powers


the lucky me
            the lucky me
   i see desire
                           the  lucky me