It's tricky when
You feel that someone
Has done something
On your behalf
It's skippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And you ask yourself:
How am I going to make it right?
With a palmful of stars
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
repeatedly(2x)
Until the desired constellation appears
repeatedly
And I ask myself:
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?