the shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone but when I'm done freezing I want to be alone never want my hand cut off never want a hacking cough never need a cliffside push never turn my brain to mush always give me what I lack always take the best parts back always recognize your fate always just a moment late left is where I always turn left is how I'm forced to learn left the route my walking takes left alone with my mistakes up against the person who up 'til now I never knew up from hell the answer blew up or down it's up to you drop me off the Chinese wall and peel my fingers off the rim I come unglued while in midair and land to reform limb by limb and I am taken far away... lingering slowly melting away tossed with the salad and baled with the hay pooling the water that drips from above trampled by lambs pecked by the dove