Can throw shit on a page
I have the proof at my office
Piled and sprawling like the compost fuel of dinosaur days.
Into something that rolls into crashing waves
Beyond the square daily portioned life.
I am just anyone
Until I roll the music
But then, except for you
Are together because I couldn’t be one anymore.
Aren’t you the one I created
And aren’t all those others, my mother and father and others,
Others I created because I was afraid
I wanted someone who could hear the crashing waves.