new paragraph on a colored dot and a black hole
premonition of a jackdaw on a fishing pole
funny games with foolish dreams and a gust
one's trust, one's lust, one must
hey hey hey
what was that sweet carol tried to say
do not spare a thought along your way
go ahead and do what you have to do
it's you, it's you it's about you
the fire arrived you watch it burns
the big the little things you've yearned
for
everything defunct and useless
show me something that matters at last