Sometime I don't know what I'm doing.

Speaking truth like Harry Truman.

Who Freed Jews like Randy Newman.

Did he know what he was doing?

Looking past horizons still looming.

Into wars we're still dooming,

Past Korea who's grooming

An arsenal,

But what are we gonna do man?

Self determination; that's approving

States rights and their view man.

We can't push to be the through man;

Policing worlds and assuming;

Trading lives for consuming;

Double definition to booming;

Bombing evil: that's improving

Our situation, but is that true man?

In the name of forward progress, moving.

Rewind like Tom Petty's groving.

Pausing as if we can; resuming.

But what's the life of a crew man?

Soldier stop only when they're tomb-ing

Another loss, boo-hoo man.

That's the price of being human.

Capital grinds the unassuming

Catching leprechauns and shoemen

Wishing for magic but you're shrooming

What the fuck are we even doing?

I guess that was up to Harry Truman...

... but really, it's up to you man

My best friend is a plant.

They're a spider too.

Did you know they could flower?

Now I do too.

They're a little cutie:

Half veriegated and half solid green

With plenty of off-shoots

We make a good team.

My spider grows little,

But grows every day.

They're a good listener

When I have nothing to say.

They bring up good points

To help me see the flaws

When I complain about

Unjust human laws.

I feel balance and peace,

While putting my two cents

On the days' toil and trouble

Of current events.

Spider's heard of Hamas

And mass genocide.

Yet they gave me a smile

When I should have cried.

With so much death and destruction,

With struggle and strife,

My spider brings me back

To the meaning of life.

They talk about growth,

And off shoots and decay.

I see a flower bloom;

They reassure me: it's Ok

My best friend's a plant.

They're a spider too.

They see through the horror,

Now I do too.

It's ok...

It'll be... alright.

Flicker out, fading light

Dawn approaching; dying night

Apparitions here; deathly sight

Soldiers gone; pale as white

Nazi games; Jewish plight

Fuck around; firefight

Red hot flame; hose delight

Dancing dames; fuck on-sight

Vietnam; nations' fright

Took too long; apolog-ite

I'm sorry; that's just not right

Absurdist dreams; reality bites

Comedy's dead; still, keep it light...

It's ok; It'll be... alright

Mirror mirror

On the wall:

Who am I

Most of all?

Reflection gazed

Right back at me:

Who can I

Really be?

First shown Max

My soul was split:

How did the mirror

See that bit?

He was a friend

A buddy, a pal.

He had high spirits;

A keen morale.

Then was Kristen:

A funny girl.

She was a dancer;

Taught me to twirl.

When I saw Danny,

My heart was torn.

He reminded me

Of his mom reborn.

Emma brought

Her smiling face;

Demonstrating

Her quiet grace.

Then, Matt and Jane,

And, Evan and Quinn.

I don't know where

They end and I begin.

Mirror mirror

On the wall:

Who am I?

I am them all.

Forged in cold.

The subzero temperatures

Break apart the fabricated lattice.

Intially Counterintuitive,

But the chemistry reveals

A nanoscopic anomaly.

Most metals freeze

At lower temperatures;

Not Adam.

It shatters and fragments,

Creating fractures

Like a muscle.

Adding heat allows

For the bonds

To reform a solid matrix.

Once splintered by cold,

Adam coalesces

In everyday warmth.