Singularity

Boom boom boom
I am a waterfall around whom
Crowds gather. I will lose, have lost
Was willing to throw
My sense of direction
Into the ocean

And I cried when the train pulled around and away
I said, "I will come back someday"

I've held this singularity; I've kept it to myself
My generosity has taken the shape
Of snowballs in god's face and
He is perhaps pissed
Or has lost his patience

Sometimes I can see the blood and gold
As colors in the kaleidoscope

Lights lights city ship boom!
Beating out the smooth What? and When? and Whom?
Until my questions become a song
Unsatisfied crowds throng
And catch me with their glances full on
So that as I walk around I hear
"Are you her?" "Are you her?"
And
"Are you that one?"
And sometimes, I hear
Nothing from anyone

A woman needs a roo-ooo-m
Of her own. Boom
A woman needs a room of her own
Boom boom boom!

But we all must evolve
We must evolve
However godawful slow

Deep sea convections over ten thousand days
A rising up of direction
To take or to steal
To obtain by any known means

And we? Who are we? We are the Madrid and Paris overflow
Jet streams crossing longitudes
We are little children clutching little maps
Hoping for a reward
Or maybe for something colorful to burn

But now it's time I suppose
To love myself despite my allowing
These things to always occur
They say the canyon must love the river
All right, I will live my life in this fever, okay
And I'll stop trying to invent a cure
Oka, but I'll hope for one anyway
Since hope is the most productive bit of the game

I left the ocean on a train
Holding onto a drawing
Of an empty wooden cup
Now I am all grown up
I am all grown up
I am all grown up
I am all grown up