Crawling Can Be Beautiful

I was a member of a succescful society.
there was a sucesfull someone inside of me
but then it turned around
and inside out and upside down.
they trapped an wrapped and packed
me shifty out of town.

crawling can be beautiful
it sure beats standing still
crawling on your hands and knees
takes self-control and skill.

can we declare, though scared,
this room to be a sovereign state
where citizens share skins
and sins and copulate.
'cause if we can I think we should
and shouldn't waste a breath.
a baby place is faced
with settling on baby steps.
people party here with me.
cause the party people's party
puts the fear in me.
let loose here with me.
cause suits suit suits
but the noose suits thee.

crawling can be beautiful
it sure beats standing still
crawling on your hands and knees
can be a show of will.

who here finds this world distracting?
who here finds this world a bore?
who here thinks we're all play acting
and that the show's piss poor?
I for one am dazzled,
I don't care if dazzled blind,
rapt, enraptured, captured
by every little thing I find.