I’ve tried everything save for say anything
But nothing’s happening
How could that be?
High stakes metaphyst
Claim to stake, none to fist
I took away from this, but thus could it be?
Untried demonstrates
Escaping, antiquates
Apart from candidates, it’s what I can see
Race around against your health
I’m quite awake to date but I’ve been caught up to fate
Pace around the morgue yourself
Just let me know when I should make my shelf of business
I found a way to get out
It’s not a favorable route
The telephone won’t work there
And it rains 360 days a year
Poor old polar jean
No one knows what you mean
Omniscient, fragrant in her book of dreams
She tried desperately
Aiming incessantly
To look away from them
But no luck for she
Flail about away from sight
Turn around inside your cell at night
Pace about like motion helps
Danger! Don’t run away
Yet walk so carefully
That you won’t let me go
That you won’t let me know
I found a way to get out
It’s not a favorable route