You never stood for what you demand.
The hill cries out "sir! I suffer yet again!"
We still long to float and fight
Along the river held in our minds so tight

Your resources can never afford to blink
and flood the land between your spheres
and chemical love stories competing for agents
with a bewildered milky bend

There inside your mind
We create a place
A place that never worked right
And some day you will be gone before repaired