"the path is slippery

the road is breaking me

i won't always be

able to only see

one direction

one direction at a time

with perspective

and only two eyes

mis representative

tis the season to be giving

that with which you cannot live

but you don't know what it is

look around you

all you see is stuff

it surrounds you

and you've had enough

i once taught a man to fish

then he granted me one wish

but i told him with bitterness

i knew not what to do with his

wish granting power

stronger than a genie 

his face went sour

and he called me a meanie"