Form Eats Function

Dripping by my past lives
Putty in my own hands
Stuck to floor, hardwood
Polish won't stick, dirty

Sliding through a present
Pressing my head to print
Impressions I use as credentials
Reflecting their own flattery

Make up melts, eluding future
Liquid frames, Kodak moment
Napalm hurtling out of control
Fire can't harden my uncertainty