Somehow A Single Word

Somehow a single word can miss things He drank all the water from my aquarium Said a conscience was too much weight to carry He said my mirrors were full of dark water And that three emotions fell out of my diary When it was turned upside down, like heavy rain spilling Out of ruined libraries- Although truth was only a sewer, up some rich man's sleeve. I bought him bus fare to go anywhere Told him to go where there was more air So he could breathe free again, and now he's sailing Some mountain range, somewhere. The air less there, but how he hates change He said the oceans are controlled by hidden powers And poisoned now, and only the white porous sea shells Can get them clear them again, if we could import Some extras from Titan or somewhere to detoxify I said, that bus ticket is much too dear.