as the astroknots

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.