what you see, you believe not
what it seems, it deems not
you see and cower from it, pass it by like a pebble by the roadside, talk of the weather instead. When it comes blowing down the building, you stand and watch in remorse. Why the awe, why the surprise, why astonishment? You saw it coming you un-saw it. It breaks your back, suits you well enough.
Thy shalt not get what thee did not give out, baby!
I'm being cruel? Why who isn't? Isn't that what life's all about? Being thrown down here, out of the heavens.
but
that too was a punishment wasn't it ... ?