• Ring 'round the rosies,
    pocket full of poises,
    ashes, ashes,
    I think, I think I
    was struck down and
    forgot my place among
    the mortal men.
    Why'd you allow me to
    believe I could rise above
    the occasion flittering
    about the Slyph Cities?

    Blinded by the lighted
    Tower of Babel, my
    eyes refuse to understand
    your parting lips. [Maybe
    a penny for your thoughts
    was too much to ask for.]
    You fried my nervous
    system sparking neurons
    in the wrong directions giving
    off this euphoric belief.
    DAMN IT!
    I could have flown through
    your veins like oxygen.
    My wings cutting down
    calories (can't let you
    get fat off my sweetness),
    but instead I was released;
    falling to the floor bloated,
    dizzy from the coastering ride.

    Was I so high that I had
    to land so low? Watching
    the birds shifting though
    the clouds I realized that
    your God Complex just couldn't
    take me under it's wing.
    You're a solo ride, unfit to
    make the lovey-dovey journey.