All Relational

It's all-relational What does any one being Truly want With their fickle desire? It's worn on their sleeve Sprouts of moldy tissue Wipe your nose Snotty little muskrat Read this but not that listen to this but not that too It's all-recreational When you first start out You start to take it seriously What is it you want? Scratch at the surface Repeat it Fissured bone The would be nail touches Orbie sat, back against the wall. What am I doing here? Why am I here this xy? Yester I would have never said yes sir No I am here and I have ta What is it I am after? I am before I am the now Mold on your sleeve Tear it off Throw it on some paper Let it sprout Scratch that fissured bone Scream Look at the clouds disappear Your anger When no one is near Explain without Disdain For the one in the mirror It's ok That self Isn't used to taking blame Others Take the shame