Another Day...

There's no space for your fingertips

so let them run and rule

a cold and faithless tool

to the leader and his loyal fool

There's no space for your feet to walk

so let them graze the sun 

or crush down everyone 

for the battle's never, ever won

There's no space for your eyes to see

so let them turn to rust

the essence falls to dust

for a gale or breeze or startling gust

There's no space for your heart to give

so let it fade away

the exterior decays

so the inside lives another day