it slips away like sand
like a few notes from baby grand
the clouds are meltin away
i can see it through my doorway
spendin so much time
writing down right lines
i think of vowels that i've borrowed
just because they got some control on me
i dream of female scientists being few
and so concerned
on what they do
getting so much fun
from details collapsin
getting over me
if i could understand
seasons slept away
through flaring nites
I can't obey
energies got trapped
the easy way oneself collects
somehow furthersome
slowly going off