On a ledge of something real My head expands, this minute bronzed And I'm so spent, I shouldn't mind If I do fall through, I know I've been advised Surrounded by impermanence It's made me steal from myself All we are bled into this Our fractured art oh so obvious As you learn your work is never done And as you seek it's rarely for the truth Because we are so casual, Our grasp is soft on the mistakes we make All we see out in front of us This fractured art oh so obvious All we own or seek to possess Outweighs us now like these lives we spend