When I was a baby I could close the world
Up in fleshy pink mitts
Now the world flays the infant palms
And the bones drip out in its spit
When I was small I reached up so high
And grasped at the morning star
Now the wormwood topples down on me
And smashes all my parts
When I was a child my bones spread out
Like peacock feathers alive
Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils
Leaving sagging pores in my hide
When I was of age I saw a gate so wide
And a path so broad for the taking
But the road to everything led to a cliff
Where I sprawled out naked and aching
Now that I'm old I see the light
And I see it was never there
Everything leads to nothing
Nowhere and I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't
Up in fleshy pink mitts
Now the world flays the infant palms
And the bones drip out in its spit
And grasped at the morning star
Now the wormwood topples down on me
And smashes all my parts
Like peacock feathers alive
Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils
Leaving sagging pores in my hide
And a path so broad for the taking
But the road to everything led to a cliff
Where I sprawled out naked and aching
And I see it was never there
Everything leads to nothing
Nowhere and I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't
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