seasons seem amiss
there's never any plan within
I see the hallway back the mirror
winner lost his way all through the tour of the house
there's no reason not to
spread soft/circumvent
there's no reason not to
spread straight/disconnect

view the panel, eyes above
set deep in the subject's skull
I see a pattern of roses
canvas foolscap, you can have it all
give what's gotten into
your mind, your house
inside a glimmer of a chance
that car may just start itself
she whispers in her ear
'there's no reason not to'
sink down low/in that chair
there's no reason not to
need more less no-one's there
no one's there