In the war there was a genius who 
Could do 
The math of what it needed to contain
And she decided that the rain
Only needed elevation to fall
Like you need love to break down a wall
And it’s not enough just to go over 
Because the checkpoint will stop the lover
From meeting the other side
And I hide 
In the fear of being slain
But the cost became too much to regain 
In the avenue of what you love the most
And, hell, you look like you’ve seen a ghost
In the darkness of your dream 
Who would want to be queen
And her pencil breaks as she does the sum
Of what it would take not to succumb
To the solid march of time 
What does it mean to make a thing rhyme 
And have I driven off the men
Who would have held my hand again
As I lose all that I thought I was 
It has depth because
It has broken the surface
And it may be only cursive 
But I feel it in the flow
And there are things that the people don’t know
About the way the light refracts 
The helm of the ship that won’t come back 
Even when you blow the whistle 
I asked for flowers and I got a thistle