Can’t we work something out?

I tried so hard keeping myself alive

For me to go down like some wax paper wings

I could only describe to you in so many words

The awfulness I feel for the ways my hands worked

If I grabbed it and placed it in my pocket

So what if I didn’t need it

Principles need not apply if money doesn’t grow on trees

The guilt I harbored like numbered vessels in a fleet

And around I’ll go like a carousel

The gears seized and the motors blown

And still I’ll find a way to recycle myself

The fouled designed I brought before you

I was the variable in creation

Free will

My down fall

Modern destruction in post modern warfare

Where we can destroy ourselves with no weapons necessary

Just our excuses and the reasons we use them.