the evil dont always have to win,
that is where the moths come in.
fluttering swifter than our thoughts,
exploding as the astroknots.
still floating (time is getting slow)
empty; like the walls that dont let go,
every moment i try to find the path
i end up swimming in the bath.
strings break and im drifting off to mars,
(jumping fast) avoiding all the cars,
that are going opposite directions...(i think i found myself)
*then whistle the tune*
scientists think they got it figured out,
up until the water spricks its sprout.
still the biggest mystery is,
how i packed my bipolar elephant.
do do do doo....dooo....dooo...do.