I

fell

down

in

that

hole

again

I

am

a

lumb

of

jelly

I

am

a

dead

fish

Some-

times

we

tip-

toe

sometimes

we

run

some-

times

we

wan-

der

while

looking

at

the

sun

Sit-

ting

on

the

cold

dirt

floor

I

want

to

fi-

nish

the

coun-

ting

of

days

on

the

walls

Some-

times

we

tip-

toe

sometimes

we

run

some-

times

we

wan-

der

while

looking

at

the

sun

And

even

though

I

read

maps

to

a-

void

them

they

change

lo-

ca-

tion

every

da-

y

But

shall

one

stay

put

shall

one

stay

low

shall

one

not

go

just

to

avoid

this

ho-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o-

o

le

Sometimes

we

tip-

toe

sometimes

we

run

some-

times

we

wander

while

looking

at

the

sun