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