Nick cave said it best
but where are you now...

I want to create
something...

Fate is an iron horse
running on...

The rooster
crows...

Outside the window
i saw you...

A bird
flies out...

They rose from the dirt
and to the dirt they fall...

Six suns around my head
burning bright...

Six feet
three bodies...

The coffee burned
its first time down...

Snow falls outside
there's a fire roaring indoors...