So many ways to wait beyond the lines that border us from them
Don't take a shot, a smoke to trigger just a little bit from them
Can't be a crime to meddle
Can't be wrong to push the pedal
Queasy and grime, no balance
Standing bones don't up the level
So many times, the prints don't match the brush that painted it
Don't take a forge, or wait to dazzle as a conjurer
Behind the drape, un-ageing
Behind aims of rearrangements
Stuck in the slime, no paddle
Guarded life, don't tend to dabble
Legalise this principle
Jump into our spot not physical
Bring it closer to the middle, want to write with control
Wander from the cynical
Take a look at this atypical
With an amplitude for rhythm
As a tightening will, just when it starts to let go
Wander from the cynical
Take a look at this atypical
With an answer to the riddle
As the tightening grip, just when it starts to let go
Jump into a spot not physical
Bring it closer to the middle
Want to write with control
A slipping grip has let go