Up...Yes, most obvious up

At most it's nothing
But really
It's something
But I guess

It's wishing
For a break
From monotonous
Territorial pissing

Own the stars?
Maybe not
Lease on them
So throw the shots

It's not here
It never is
There's a deer
In every child hood bliss

A rabbit
Of old
A turtle of new

Future's getting old
Bring me something new

I'm tired and I'm bored
And I really hate this floor
But I'm black and I'm blue
But I can't say that I hate you

I'm only a keyboard
To get across your words
Trapped in a horde
Of mangled up conquers

How deep can a thought be
To break my looking glass
Falling on the fringes
Of a tea cup's brittle past

Why is the sea
Deeper than me
Why are the windows
Looking taller than the shadows

And oh,
Look at you
With a mop and a broom

Cleaning
And screaming
From the lies you've been feeding

But I am not here
And neither are you
Plane of our own
Now who's looking at who?