Before all the changes, I walked straight and upright
With all of my faults in a line
I gathered my essence to pour out like water
And begat a hole in time

My heels wore through feeling, painful and easy
Waisting one step at a time
Through meandering rivers of asphalt and concrete
Begetting holes in life

Encased in an island, hollow and sterile
With spirits and walls intertwined
If I had the power to wish straight through stone walls
I’d beget a hole in mine