wonder white bread

I just always wondered

I guess I just wanna know

Who is in charge

Who runs the show

The chemical blips offer

But patterns, golf courses, stadiums,

Grand soccer matches

I left it up to you to know

And do for me

But then now I wonder

What could be

Perhaps a choice was made ahh but ill

And your eyes neer fell

Whilst I died on yonder hill

Between the beast and I

Slanting narrow revering eyes

Not for foe nor fare

No.

But the swoon of last downward stare

Perhaps even beast be me

Or fallen king

Matter not

For your eyes fall not on me

Around the cauldron, amidmost the ruins, labeled nor neer

The priestly gowns flowing, the male pattern crown

Lambasted origin my unoriginal sin

Swirls of lantern light aflare immortal man in black before the mare

And out the bow came the crack not face nor visage about his head

Im here to take you there

And I stood up whence the glare

No sir. Not today

Matters not your eyes on me.