dropped copper

when i reach for the stars and come back with a handfull of
not tall enough
im not afraid of the things i know nothing about
to embrace them is stepping in front of the
ask for spare change
so we go to sleep and wake up and repeat
read the next step on the list of
never going to make it
in what mold do we shape ourselves
believing moving pictures at the
stealing bread
always left wondering how we got to this point
grey brissley beards left seeds to grow out of
never smart enough
so it is, time has come and wraped along your leg
pulling down and falling while grasping the
picking up dropped copper
i know when you dont fit into the puzzle
you get thrown and forgotten with the rest of
not tall enough