pick apart
the scattered pieces
reconstruct the shattered whole
craft a cleverthoughtful thesis
seek the substance and the soul
wings disordered
torn
and tattered
now
but then they should have flown
as if now were all that mattered
as if the pilot should have known
but he did know (it seems quite clear)
that he was dead while he was dying
his veteranpilots taught him fear
tore his wings then sent him flying
wonderwhying on he flew
(and he was dead while he was flying)
turbulence was all he knew
he searched for substance kept up trying
and trying to full fill his role
a shattered hole was all he found
he was only ever
scattered pieces
he just finally hit the ground
-x2A