Zap dang crock and then the pages fall off
for what is the true blue egg of the dragon going to do
when all around is full of mud not even worth listening to?
I don’t think it at all, it just happens.
You know what the outburst from friends in the city
said racing their flags to the ocean>
I do belong here
Embrace me and take me to London
We’re always so everywhere
Are we not Frankensteins watching the outbursts
The whales with the dolphins
The funnels with the water
We’re a meaning to make it all better
The logic to make it all clearer.
Not clearer, it’s not.
So tell me
Trying is brokenness.
It’s not even noon.
Calm down if it’s all about all your potential.
But if you want change
just let calm take control
No, that I guess doesn’t sound right.
You can be control,
So then don’t let them have it.
But no one’s control
and then you have the answer.
I guess, but then who really knows.
Broken eggs won’t become mulch
No, that isn’t true.
You can’t know.