Ceiling

so you're off to new york city

it seems just to take some photos

one of you against graffiti

one of streets covered in snow

one of angry little people

running late so far down below

and even though they're late

you can just tell

they know exactly where to go

it burns your soul cause it's all you want

to know where you're going

it digs a hole time won't refill

stops streams of thought from flowing

it cuts the skin and rubs citrus in

to see everyone doing their thing so naturally

while stuck staring at the ceiling

on the top floor

out the window wet with dew

all these folks around me are

looking for a better view

there's nothing here

what's wrong with you

just a nagging reminder that nothing is finished

and there's still much left to do

it burns your soul cause it's all you want

to know where you're going

it digs a hole time won't refill

stops streams of thought from flowing

it cuts the skin and rubs citrus in

to see everyone doing their thing

so naturally

while stuck staring at the ceiling