Imperfect Body

Help my body, help my soul,
As I spin out of control.
Crash landed in the fields, somewhere out of Tao.
Look at me thinking about everything but now.

My mind is reeling from third degree burns.
Still have I got far too much to learn?
I didn't know too, where to go from here.
To my right and to my left were insanity and fear.

Will I rise from the grave, come back from the dead?
Or be denied a try by fate as it retracts a thread?
And even when we came all the way to the end of time,
I still do not know what belongs to you and what is mine.

Help my body, help my soul,
How to mend it I don't know.
Reality has a sick way of saying what is real.
Even if it was the perfect thing to reveal.

So even though it might seem perfecto, now is not the time.
Any other time is cool but tonight is not night for a crime.
You can table this for now and see the latest party.
As I sit here half-witted in an imperfect body.