She set upon the world her hand
Woven in wonderland wool
Bought and sold in the slave market
But today was a day unlike another
Her hand was gold under the wool
From her manservant had it stolen be
She was confused
She was confused

And so it came to be sometime ago
The maiden peeled the gold clay off
And underneath lay the pods of sorrow
and despair
Limp and ragged
She was confused
Poor dear

What is this thing called love
This wondrous thing, called love
I held a fantasy in my lap
Called it an erectile dance
But it swooped across
the dance floor
away from me
Distant
Far away.

A spec now frolicking in my site
Followed another by my eye
Signaling the other 'follow me'
Cross-eyed to the middle of my nose.
And off it flew
Distant
Far away