Stiff bones
Your bones are stuck in place
Stiffening the space
While space
Is bending in your face

Face it
We are the final straw
Straw man
Now don't just blow away
You're not a sack of hay

Even in a sack of hay
Every straw is con-
Nected someway
With all the others move

Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move

All, three
Hundred and sixty ways
To angle your own play
Why play
Stick figure hanging there

Waiting for others to move
For, you

Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move

That's how we are made
To move in many ways
That's how we are made
To move in many ways