Eat standing up, wiring your lungs
To the inbox's daily breath;
Parsing your pie charts
Until you're thinking with a yawn pressed to your head
Some things are written so that you can erase them
Where would you be if you walked the path you believe(d) in?
You've got a long long way to go;
It will be gone before you know
When did the framed sky drop the sun?
Drained and already what you've become
Starting first thing tomorrow
After all this important stuff gets done
Write your latest last words in a note
Fold it into a paper boat
And push it into the ocean
Watch from the shore as it's lost in the dark below