I've done myself an impossible crime
Had to paint myself a hole
And fall inside
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress
And count in time
Oh  won't you do me the favor  man
Of a giving mind
A polymorphing opinion here
And your vague outline
I'll find myself another burning gate
A pretty face  a vague idea I can't relate
And this is get what you get for pulling pins
Out of the hole
Inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm pushed on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab  just the rushing wind
On the rolling mind
They want you to decide
Eventually  it happens
Some gather on one side
With all their pearly snapping
They close the basement door
It sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
But now that hardly matters
You're old enough  boy
Too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel
We'll set you up with some odd convictions
Because you're finally golden  boy
It's like I'm pushed on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab  just the rushing wind
On the rolling mind