Fast food malady

Orchestra is alive

They play what I tell them

Soundtrack to my life

It all counts

Gently it swirls something

Quietly it fills when I

Tell it to do

Never let something

Lovely go to painful

Never to see where

My little feet fell

Chasing what I knew

Falling for what I found

Curious from the moment

I couldn't find my shadow

For you see, like my daemon

They seem to have lives of their own

Dancing around

In shells of old people

Mollusks abound

Find a new whorl shell

I'll paint it pretty

The walls of my church

The walls of me

They have this nifty invention

Widows that see

Tickets are free

Always on opening night

Pacing abound

Little rat feet

Run around.