I pull them out Out of the stream Questions remain Remake the steam And paste what cage No one can see The tripping gait Resembles me The spider aches And scrambles free The tilted clock Says 9 or 3 You'll lose time next You always will You know the price Electric bill Winter comes to those who pray It's cold for just another day and Summer sings the same old song The children play and pray For every day To go away And come again The same again