Can Megan - Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci

Sitting here, brittle eyed

It’s only a step from where they say

These feelings can run out of time

Naming words, measured years

It’s taking an age a bit too far

A diary of weighted days

Battle cries of beaten lies

We’re searching through all the reasons why

And leaving a past memorial

Where the will may, find a way in

The dials of the moon could steer my way

To love of the future prize

I am treasure, and I am trove

So strike up the sand again dear man

It’s only a counting game of time

Crazy

It made me crazy

Ooh, ooh, ooh…