From the stars to the ground,
And back again. Is it a sin?
I wonder all about
The simple things, and pout.
Boy, it’s a mess,
And I must confess
That you are the best.
Do you know how
We can break out of this now?
I want to go
Where I can flee to and fro.
That you can offer
A way to make it stop.
All I know
Is that I remember
That I told you so.
Leaping over a lounging lizard,
In the middle of a raging blizzard,
Is not a pastime I’d encourage,
Even if you took my luggage.
If you ask me for the time,
I would say it’s not a crime,
But don’t expect an accurate telling,
And never grade me on my spelling.
Do you think there is some truth
To what they say but never prove?
Is it where I put it last,
Inside a bucket of plaster caste?
Bottom loud handkerchief walking often
Leaning beep chosen barn taxicab once
Realize meeting heavy Michael leaving
Motion moon dump truck entry opened
Pill chink feelings green ape crease upon
Living shot emblem tornado clinging me
Blender establishment ship softly nuke
Focus freely fun isolation minutia marks
Heaped hatchery virus bulletin free tack
Billing reach range Lilliputian psychotic
Shake leave reading malevolent stopped
Goose grease malfunction wire believe
Mood tangent rearrange stipulation own
Lean weird wall Wellington move aura
Beetle quandary smooth uncouthness
No volume cost consume
Willful create bounty
Meager triumph allowed
Hallowed reach inebriated
Lose below ending.
Here you are yourself.
The tide changes
When the pressure is on.
Long nights follow short days.
The moon watches
The lonely in their beds.
Shredding papers is a hobby.
Loud envelopes treat welcome.
Castles tango with tangerines.
Walking is staying above.
Marks close real vanguards.
Stretch castle forest lime barbecue most
Length mouse level catch transformers
Pickle lounge table happy lemonade up
Seek brought cauliflower California pie
Pounce vine denounce knee sealed effort