Path of most resistance
Most within the least
I dreamt there was something to see
And everyone could see but me
Wander to the window
A patch of sun to see
Softening the first snow
Softening in me
Each breath comes as a sigh these days
And I'm too soft to hold my shape
Saddle up, cowboy
Time's wasting
Supply, demand, dismay
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?