Sunshine on a bloody puddle   spent your whole life in the gutter   reaching for the stars seemed possible when you were younger   haven’t looked to the sky in some time   constantly kept in a bind   the product of an abused mind      Sycophants and salivations   unorthodox interpretations   distinctions made from intimation   unsure of what is real      Everything is going to shock you   when everything is something new   when everything has been abused      Sideways glances right and left   left you feeling quite bereft   too often honesty feels like theft   it takes away possibilities   it makes it all seem wrong   it’s hard to make a wager when the choices are all gone      Deliverance and deviance   finding things don’t make much sense   bribery and recompense   aren’t always hand in fist      Everything comes back to you   everything you’ve been is through   when mediocrity has been improved