Without true name

Is it bleeding
or is it raining
 
There's not a difference
when she's crying

cups over fill
grass starts to spill
on the ocean
rhythm motion
rainbow potion

Cover me
I'll watch for you
I will see
I'll cover you

stones and sticks
fall like bricks

breaking phones
not the bones

do you feel
zoned out of space
do you feel
knots within pace
tie the shoelace
trip in the trace

so
You know
oh
you go

to see this world
but the skies the same
and the grass is greener
this is all so lame
with the wash and cleaner

you can rise
to the scent of steam
I advise
to hear the sunbeam

It is all nonsense
I must come to confess
there's none such a sense
It's honest and the less

I show to be the best
But come up short the rest

This revolving revolution
it changes with every motion
You're feeling the transformation

these blue belts
craft is the tile
wounds are felt
stretch of a mile

deep and dark
the son of mischief
singing lark
it brightens all this

world with its outward ornament
broke and lost with its permanent

fix of smoking grass
and total smart a*s