As an atom, a possibility
Am I constructive, destructive energy
In my feelings structures that I keep
Imagination kicks me in the knee
In a clean room modifying parts
Pretending, out here playing God
On a tightrope clutching parasol
Already pondering the chances of a fall
On a bender, a secret that I keep
Another sunrise disgusting and sweet
On an island poking out the blue
In a cruel world contemplating pain
On a small blue dot circling a star
