Father I fell over the sun on my way in

 I've fallen over the sun
It wasn't at play father
It was by accident mom
Now I'm overcast and in her bedroom

I'm through the glass like that glare
That exists when a nuke opens
That hindered shine enshroud
The explosion behind cloud

I've fallen out of my cot and lie sore
headfirst ejected onto the hardwood floor
Suddenly here in this primitive surrounding
between people whose opinions of themselves astound

something threw me from the sunset
And I fell should I have been given a helmet
Sent me unprepared an absurd wingless cherub
bloody still wearing a piece of the umbilical cord

They come wearing their fine cloth and badges
to mock me hoards their mouths jagged
scorn me in their perfect droves
Organized in positions offensive rows

I fell from the stadium
how'd they get here to the bleachers
here they still jeer me within reach
I can find the rhythm in their sweet lie

I can't fall for it though
In lines and rows they evacuate
obedient and dull eyed sealed fates
shining just a little too brightly