There's a traveler riding crooked on my shoulder
And it knows that I don't know its name
Wishing someone would just tell me when it's over
Something ventured and still nothing gained
Neon insects in an avalanche of wonder
Flash back to the feral days
Gilded armor and a jaw that tears asunder
Guide me to convert my rage
All that's wiggling and fragile is my ally
Though a piece of it will soon be dead
Stillness is so very hard to come by
Wind me up in shiny sticky thread
Release your identity and liquify
Teach me to begin again