Ouroboros

jumping wildly atop my bed,
i cross my fingers and move ahead.
hope divides a shaking force.
with oven mitts, can't shut that door.

pigeon shit on a marble shrine,
hope glowing or a well-lit lie?
pigeon shit on a marble shrine,
in a squint, looks like no. 5

i wanna feel sorted
i wanna feel sorted
i gotta quit something
i wanna feel sorted

(ouroboros)

like the particles that you are made of
like the memories that you keep trace of
like the animal that we have caged up
like the body you'll never escape from
like the sciences behind our make-up
like the temple that you are the base of
like the spectrum that we are shade of
like an energy you cannot break up

organize organize keep it sorted
(i wanna feel sorted)
organize organize keep it sorted
(i wanna feel sorted)

organize organize keep it sorted
exercise exercise keep it sorted
wait in line wait in line fill the forms in
be on time be on time bring your own pen
diet right diet right no more chocolate
no white lies no white lies do the right thing
go outside go outside like a good kid
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted

you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted

i wanna feel sorted
i wanna feel sorted
i gotta quit something