Death of an Otter

Near a sidestreet where I live lays the teeth
And the upside down remains
Of a typically waterbound creature
Taken out of it's natural habitat
On the count of three I say,
Turn around from the passenger seat and look
You'll be faced with a waterbound creature
That's escaped from it's natural birthihng place
It doesn't matter to me, it'll all be fine
It doesn't much matter to me, it'll all be

In my head tumbling around
When the weight drops crashing down like waves
Is the pale unidentified glowing
When it all starts acting up for laughs
But it doesn't matter to me
It should all be okay
It still doesn't matter to me
It'll just be alright

In a life there are countless ways
To suss out what one's special place it
Quote unquote, just learned what that means
Carrying nerves, lift and crouch with my knees

To the fragile of mind and the random
To the loss of a sense in the sand
I will fight hard for a chain of reactions
That allow for the shell to crack apart
And if in doin' so I'm labeled a newcomer
Then a delight it will be to witness their minds change
If in a mountain of a day I see the clouds cover
I know despite them I'll continue climbin' anyways

I'll weigh myself down
To ensure that the pile is dealt with
I'll move slower than normal
So the otter's no longer and eyesore

The time it takes for maintenance
Just after a sudden loss
Amounts to several evening
Before there's a hint of response

Speed bumps that once beat
A steady pulse
I didn't know him
We weren't friends
It's not like we were that close
We're evolving like he knew me
When the truth is we weren't close