This is the start
This is the start,
Though it feels like the end.
Moved away from falls from graces and friends.
Of social and sexual depravity,
I need to find a way to overcome a force 5 times gravity.
In this state,
It's easy to fall into past mistakes.
Like Peruvian towns,
Rebuilt on the sites of earthquakes.
Got to conjure,
A living man out of the dirt.
I've got as far as a carrot nose and an evening shirt.