you sometimes say
it’s not enough
then overflow it
a lifetime test
for what is rough
to where you own it
impatiently you ride the cuff
and then you sew it
it’s like the place where nothing’s touched
but your hand still knows it
oh when it’s done
you sing along in the crowd up ahead
you know you’re by yourself
only inside yourself
your mind’s a crowded hall
except when the place involved
lets you go
deceive the god
of all that stuff
you race to know it
likened to snow upon your bluff
and swept off to show it
and oh like a gun
shoots a rose at the side of your head
you know you’re by yourself
only inside yourself