Thoughts are floating up to the
Skies I can't find.
Words escaping melody
Incoherent distant rhymes.
You with me and I with you
Together, we'll bide time.
Godot arrives,
"Do you mind!
Stop faking, you're not mine."
Done to death
Discrete for life
Hung, spiked and drawn.
Homing in, on the se within
Soon there'll be dawn.
You're looking at the dried stains of s on your wall.
You're looking like you could sigh,
You're feeling very small.
You're doing things a different way
But things just won't change.
You're thinking hard, you're planning far
But the scheme will rearrange.
Been doing all, as you recall,
Now you're questioning your soul.
If there is no wrong, if there is no right,
There is no thought patrol.
There is no wrong, there is no right,
There is no thought control.