Going against the current has never been my motto
Using the current is more my speed - but where is it
I go? Like that shell silverstein that haunts me since
I first met his words - his ickles and pickles and tickle
Me too - and those damm pancakes - that damm middle
Good but not good enough - close but no brass ring or
Unicorn - and I’m sick - sick of it all: this current of time
Is too long - the constant ticks and taps and the nowhere
Has never been mine to give . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
