Honestly,
I get scared
When I should be strong

Coincidently,
I haven’t cared
After sleeping too long

Honestly,
I am prepared
To never truly belong

Coincidently,
I am impaired
Singing a melancholy song
Along with the thought of on and on

Beyond my spot
On this rotating dot
I tread upon
I’m going, going, gone
Up to heaven
Tell Evelyn, mom