The pathetic fallacy of my life is that the sun is too easily covered by cloud and the light just gets weaker; golden aura to lemon tea and I am all tinged with grey until

2. The winds of change are a hurricane to whisk me away and Golly, we ain't in Kansas anymore because

3. In case you hadn't noticed I've been transported a fugitive from my own land a desperate refugee and alien in this strange country and

4. Is this the land of the messy hair and tired eyes because a) I fit the bill and b) I've been searching my whole life for

5. The soft snows on the jagged mountains to cover and shelter and soften but

6. There's still rock underneath and an icy sheath so

7. Bring me storm and earthquake-earthshake until

8. Landslip-n-slide from peak to floor the adrenaline rush like never before like

8. Nevermore; but **** I've skipped

9. Just like my heart skips double dutch too much flutter pulses and so and such and then

10. Clouds.