Chromosomes

On the park bench, he sits alone. Far from the place he called a home.

You couldn't tell by the looks of him, but he's as lost as any poor soul.

Now, you might understand, but you can't comprehend

how the things that he felt were just below the belt.

Now, his heart's bleeding out through the comedones.

Globes make this world of ours look so small.

Time works the same as it slows to a crawl.

He couldn't tell how much time he spent, lost track of his watch and lost all.

Now, some people say that there's no other way

out of these pitfalls of the hands on the wall.

Hour Hand shakes its fist, in shame.

Now, you might understand, but I can't comprehend

how my flaws aren't outweighed by all the times that you saw

how we light up like Halloween every fall.

Maps just don't take you anywhere, they only show where you can go.

Following maps is for fools these days, but I can't go any other way.

Geographers! They ruined everything, and showed us how small it all is!

Won't you draw me a map that's bigger than the hole that I'm in?

Can't I just write a book that writes us out of every problem?

Now you might understand, but you can't comprehend

how the things that he felt were just below the belt.

Now, his heart fell apart at the chromosomes.