At The Top
If I Were at the top
I would look down and see
All of the people
Who could look up at me
If I Were at the top
That’s what I would see
But here from the bottom
The bottom of the endless sea
I can only imagine
What the experience might be
Here in the depths
Where the deep ends be
If I Were at the middle
Maybe then gliding sleepily
I would vanquish the thoughts
Like a sea anemone
Who’s arms and tendrils
Glide effortlessly
That’s if and only if
It were meant to be
How could a giant
Live so small
Like a big big cucumber
In the shell of a pea
Anyway what matters this
Not to me not to me
For my resting place
Is busy very busy
Like a homely hive
Of the gentle bumbling
Of the bee the bumble bee
This all might sway truly
If I Were at the top
At the top you see
When Synapses Go Bad 