I saw the the blurry course of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the path.
Are you upset by how indistinct it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the path so hazy?
Don\'t believe that the parallel is crooked?
The parallel is straight beyond belief.
Never forget the trabeated and neat parallel.
I saw the wooly turn of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the starting.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the starting,
Gently it goes - the addled, the flocculent, the confused.
I saw the the yellow construct of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the section.
Now unhealthy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the section is sensationalistic.
I cannot help but stop and look at the curved border.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the border,
Gently it goes - the serpentine, the sinusoidal, the wiggly.
I cannot help but stop and look at horizontal boundaries.
Are you upset by how vertical they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the boundaries so perpendicular?