The Anomaly

Dark seas swelling after me Raise the bow and plow into the anomaly Water, water for my tongue Water for my nose and water for my lungs Meaning fleeting as a flee Bites you but seldom bites me I'm left wanting as a bowl Unfilled, unsmoked, and constantly cold Metaphor too becomes a bore Everything familiar, universally worn Dark seas swelling after me Raise the bow and plow into the anomaly Yenning, unbecoming as can be Possessed of self assurance that as yet amounts to nothing Build me up in my youth like a skyscraper Tear me down, doze me over, leave me here with no neighbor Wonder why I turn to the substance Look around at the lack and the absence Upward mobility's a daydream The sun is nodding on the mountains and the valley The son is nodding in the mountains and the valley Half mast for the money in the bank Cus the bank is in the pocket And the pocket's in the tank Indigent ain't the half of it Fish in a barrel, go and take a stab at it Something concealed within my genes Undermines the effort of the trusses and the beams Guarantee watch the whole thing collapse And bury all the evidence of damage to the substratum And bury all the evidence of damage to the substratum Dark seas swelling after me Raise the bow and plow into the anomaly Water, water for my tongue Water for my nose and water for my lungs