What would wholeness be
Without thought to pick it apart?
Including all those pieces
Without humor, without heart?
How can one speak of wholeness
Who can only break it down
To what matters at this moment
As a villain, as a clown?
What would wholeness be
Without thought to pick it apart?
Including all those pieces
Without humor, without heart?
How can one speak of wholeness
Who can only break it down
To what matters at this moment
As a villain, as a clown?