Caught in Your Orbit

People are planets with God in the stars
and philosophy's written in brothels and bars
Dead rebels are kings while the living ones starve
No one cares till you're dead and your writing is charred

All I want is to travel through space and through time
And pave roads with forgotten pennies and dimes
But the world is deaf and I am no mime
So I hide in the dark breathing nonsense and rhymes

Terrified of the treatment you get when you're dead
Pumped up with poison and boxed in a bed
When naiads could sing swirling songs in your head
Coral-reef-school-of-fish-songs in your head