Make a wish
Bow your head
Rituals of avoidance
The dogma of deflection

I caught a fish and I’m to share it
But mine, the sole species I’ve tasted
Went to a deaf party once
I felt so alone
Here we are again
For the past few years
Muted, and bored to tears

All I want for Christmas is a time machine
Shall I live amongst the others
Or bring a specimen back?

Let’s leave the door open
Surf through the centuries
Like channels on TV
There’s other timelines
that I could be.