Breadwinner

The languid this rock is the water it touches
The surface to crack and turn round
No idle reflections to mute my perfection
But shrink and blow all the way down
Here’s what I see, what came down is too easy
Reflections to crumble or turn round
Here’s what I need, but be proud, it’s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
Tied down to the easels to lean against greater times
One where the theories are there
No eager commitment to place the indifferent
Shoot all the feelings that came
Here’s what I see, what came down is too easy
Reflections to crumble or turn round
Here’s what I need, but be proud, it’s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
Here’s what I see, what came down is too easy
Reflections to crumble or turn round
Here’s what I need, but be proud, it’s too early
For nothing to work out somehow
I am no breadwinner
I have no hands leading me somewhere
Confront my daily lie
It’s grown from frail to delirium