Spilt Needles

I've earned myself an impossible crime

I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside

And if it's far enough in sight and rhyme

I get to wear another dress and count in time

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man

Of forgiving my

Poly-morphing opinion here

And your vague outline

Find myself another burning gate

A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate

And this is get what you get for pulling pins

Out of the hole inside the hole you're in

It's like I'm perched on the handlebars

Of a blind man's bike

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind...

On a rolling mind

They'll want you to decide

Eventually, it happens

Some gather on one side

With all their pearlys snapping

They close the basement door

That sets our teeth to chatter

You never saw it before

But now that hardly matters

You're old enough, boy

Too many summers you've enjoyed

So spin the wheel, we'll set you up

With some odd convictions

As you're finally golden, boy

It's like I'm perched on the handlebars

Of a blind man's bike

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind...

On a rolling mind