Rules of Verse

The blackbird is moving The river must be flying I've been dying to tell you What I've been writing It's a poem for angels Directly from man Says, "Cast off your halos The truth be damned" Condemned to be free forever Alone on a useless endeavor You can wander the hillside And climb through the fog Looking down from the summit You're gonna find you're not lost You can cross the equator Like griffons of old But you won't see the sunrise The truth be told Condemned to be free forever Alone on a useless endeavor Why does it all seem planned? Why does it have to end? Sound when the clouds clap their hands Silence of light on the land Why do you misunderstand That it happens for you? It happens for you It happens for you It happens for you Drop the keys on the table And head right for the bath You can burn a few candles Til you're dripping with wax It's a poem of angles It's inconsequential A euclidian plane That you can't untangle Condemned to be free forever Alone on a useless endeavor Why does it all seem planned? Why does it have to end? Sound when the clouds clap their hands Silence of light on the land Why do you misunderstand It's for you It's all for you. It's all for you. It's all for you