All this time I've sat
These bones are creaking
Well to-do I'd grasp
The tip to get my mind
better home for the winter

Keys up on the rack
Applying pressure
Leaning less than half
But not the question
Taking up a ride with liason

I'll go walking and
I'll take the witness
Think I'm headed down to [bad word] Pieces flutter it's
Reaching the gutter
So soothe my fearing heart [bad word] 
Every phrase a map
So finely cryptic
Swelling place
My lab a science question
Slivers lead my eyes to the beacon

Faintly screaming past
Is not as [bad word] Pushing, I'll push back
fight leveled
Take me back to the snows of the winter

And so the time is shot
And though the world speed up
It's still a finite push
To be definitive

To carry on each foot
And pressure should [bad word] Swept up and taken out
In calculated tests