cap off kneelin at the back of the church, feelin water on your brow with it's heal and it hurts at first a sharpish pain that returns as a thought that the needle in your skin won't bring you closer to god
as I watch as your head turns full circle
all hopeless with old coffee and a medical text it's too easy knowin nothin blowin off the rest and the riddles in the pages leavin too much to guess and the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest
and I watch as your head turns full circle
you got lost in your travels and a spiritual book mistook beaches for nirvana in the way that they look and the crooks that run the island are killing to keep earning they're burning seven tons of plastic and it seems to be working
is that the best that I can do?
as I watch as your head turns full circle
you appear even-tempered though your looks will deceive and the sparks are always flying cause you drink for relief with the heart of a child and the wit of a fool it's a wonder why I don’t try to build a wall around you