A shortcut's
got nothing but
heavy excuses.

Light on my feet for
a deadbeat and
a heart that's heavy with rage

I make contact and disengage.

The next page is always the reader
the one that you want to be leader,
the one that races ahead
of the page that you've read,

shortcuts to cut myself down.

In the pulse that is so seldom seen or
in the garden of Eden where I've never been
there's an Eve,
the girl that makes me believe.

A juxtaposition
Adam in that awesome condition and
she with an apple in her eye
no matter how hard we try
we're caught in the web.