always going to be too much or not enough -
so far behind or just right here there's
always going to be never time falling
behind forwards staring into the future and
all i can see is a mirror never a window
same thing anyway i can't breathe with all
this coal smoke drifting through the air you need
air we all need to step back and come forward
and turn those clichés inside out, examine
their guts, blood
blood
blood
there it is here we are we are all lying
on leagues of sand, then rock, then
fire