Sonnet To Science Dirt Poor Robins

What's in the middle of the world?
Does anybody know, has anybody been there?
Hell no, I never wanna go
So come and dig your hole anywhere but here

We all are living with the sun (burning above us)
I wonder when will everyone fall in love

What's in the center of a man?
Can we ever understand all that he is made of?
Look now, words are falling out
His mouth, you hear him shout about everything he's done

We all are living with the sun (burning above us)
I wonder when will everyone fall in love

Why kill the poet's heart with all this mathematic talk
And drive the muse into a distant star

Vulture who draws its wings to spread its dull realities
And circle hope until it breathes no more

So the war goes on, it never ends
Like a record it spins, riding round our whole plan

Choosing our enemies and friends
And we'll do it again, and again, and again