Whim of a Whim

Hanging in the inside of a drain as change tries to wash me down trying to de-ass my head if you are on the verge of a breakdown wouldn't you step over the line Chases best when the goose is at its wildest Improperly proper Is that life or did a fart just itself The night pulls itself across the sky as my sighs try to capture the twinkling dead light and the chill wears my skin and no effort can begin for i no longer can lift my chin Just the whim of a whim