What is there to do but cry as the sun cracks the sky

Shattering the peaceful air shards screaming everywhere but

With feet on the ground and walls all around the ricochet angle

Leaves much to be desired

Light that is scattered cannot be regathered by hand

Living beyond your ability to understand and even if you might

Peek with both eyes to glimpse the light with no disguise

You find your eyes inadequate and the sun only sighs

You leave much to be desired