All this smoke makes me sick
and the sick gets around
All the laughter and crying
the tears of a clown
All the lives that are lost
are the losses to gain
All the stories to tell
are too much to explain
The brain and the body
the spirit and mind
at war with each other
for now and all time
We’re all problems
problems to be solved
We are the worlds
we revolve around

All the schlock makes me wretch
and the wretch makes a sound
as it falls through the air
and it smacks on the ground
The pains and the joys
and the lines in between
are fragile fine threaded
and must be dry cleaned
The songs that will stick
and the songs that will slide
are just burdens to bear
that I cannot abide
We’re all sins
sins to be absolved
We are the worlds
we revolve around

The word is a virus
it is meaningless
with no host to invade
or symptom to inflict
The victims are targets
of lore and progress
Their mouths flap like sails
caught in windy edicts
And at their successes
the rest of us fail
The powers that be
must always prevail
We’re all problems
problems to be solved
We are the worlds
they revolve around
In coexistence
codependence abounds
We are the worlds
and we’re stopping
right now