Somehow I was born wrong Documents got mixed up or something I'll bet our higher selves planned this shit I'll bet the wrong time is right, isn't it? All is well and wisely put I guess But what about those who move away & leave their pets? This broken system that scoffs at every feel we felt? & All this healing that just won't take? I don't fit in this absence of light The puzzle's in progress A silver cord around my waist No reason to trust a choice made in the illusory dark My guardians have me pinned down It's why I'm still here standing in my yard Watching the bunnies eat