Photograph

If you want beautiful, pitiful,
Have me in a picture
And if you want make me dance,
Throw me round spin upon your
Finger
Blind labors the blind and I am
Unwilling to uncover my eyes

And if you want take your time rifle
Through, find a very nice one
If there's a crease in my face over
Time, there's plenty more where
That came from

Words, frozen, will thaw when I am
Wasted, I am better shut up
And a frame is quite confining
Hang me up...hang me up

I'm in the photograph

When I'm alone and the world is a
Fist, I am weightless
A universe, gravitate, orchestrate,
I am fearless
And spin, the sky surrounding free
From all the picture perfect
And spin the sky surrounding,
Larger than life, meanwhile