Let’s cut this time woven fabric of life
Into little pieces
Stitching it together in no particular pattern
Until we find something suitable to a whim
And we can swim in sea soaked nouveau novas
Caprice seized I am senseless
In my wanting
Of something, oh anything to move
To spring madly into animation
And pull-grab-shake-drag-spin me along
Cemented I claw desperately
Nails crack, split and bleed
Still I feel nothing
Won’t something move me?