THE VERY CENTER OF IT ALL:

Driven back, kick a hole in their floor
          (It's your birthright).
I'm on the road and it's so nice to meet you.

Well...

You need one, but you'll take five at a time.
High time for the new design.
All the youth throw rocks at the lights.
Bring in the vast night.

Alright.

Walk around,
          demand all that you've found.
Laugh it off, but inside you're a cocked trigger.

Slide.

HIDE.

We all need to re-learn, to make time for lives without mice.
Your ill ease is a synaptic response to the tree line.
A bigger world in your backyard,
Just behind the sunshine.

Walk around,
          divide all that you've found.
Talk talk, but inside you are no bigger than I

And that's a laugh
I'm not much, you will find.
Keep silent, your presence is a rash of chiggers.

Inside.

Reel back, kick him down on all fours.
          (It's a fine sight).
I'm on the road and it's so nice to meet you.
So nice to beat you.

Driven on, throw a stick, kill a giant.
          Lock the doors tight.
I'm on the road and it's so nice.

                                                   Walk around.


August 2002, Michael Anderson