These problems I'm having all   Of structure and dreaming of   Of humans and animals and beautiful people   The grass that we nurtured all   When thoughts equal dreams and still   These conflicts directed to the conquering people   To be in a garden with a skyline perverted by   You were my first day, my first day of silence   We're marching a rat race all through the day   Our hands on the home, head for home   The science of driveways to captives.