Oh look ~~ stars fulfill
my dreams when i lay down
upon a daze
Oh so often these days
become my deepest dreams
Howv there’s no denying
oh! I remember I’m dreaming
and King of my unwakened world
No one speaks but I reach out
and I see Einstein screaming
Oh me oh my
cheer for the University
of Common People
Oh, father, let me sell my sails
give me everyone to fulfill
my provisions
Oh, allow. Oooh.
How Davy Jone’s locker relates
Ooh! Captive in dripping wet
rusting box of iron bars
Crying, below a rotten deck of
sea-dead wood, as he wipes
leaking filthy water from his
oil-slicked forehead_____
For provisions I spend my
Soul to make provisions
and sail we shall onward!
:: 05.14.2024 ::