Mouth of the canyon

Where'd you get the shirt
On your back, who's whim
Put you here
Scrounging for freedom
Between strict lines, you drink
You drink another beer
You make plans and talk
Along, but never
Follow through
No hand ever reaches out
Oh with whom
Will you commune

There's the watch on your wrist
And the dull and aimless rage
Clenched in your fist
And theres the scar
That just appeared in the mirror
This morning
Remnants of the places that you been
Written on the skin you suspect
You were not born in but, rather
Given
See the canyon open wide
See it smile
As you fall
Watch the big stars lidless eye
Swallow us
Cowards all