Situation

You got a gangly glover
but you can breathe now
it's just the mouth of mother
that's so extreme now
play for time to parasites
violent calm by covers night
the situation is kissing the ground
the situation is you take lying down
the situation is passing like rain
the situation externally flamed
without the rearview mirror
you never see clear
with all the tightrope talkers
you stay in high gear
the situation will soften the blow
the situation is whether or no
the situation is never clear
the situation will soon disappear
without surrouding darkness
you see no bright stars
you know the situation