As I look ahead to see
Whats behind me.
There is a mountain
Surrounded by clouds of cotton
Which caresses its surface
Like silk around a ladyâ??s neck.
I see buildings with hairs
That stick out from their heads
That communicate with the air.
I see the trees
That try to touch the sky
Before the others do
With its green thick foliage.
I see a roof
Thats bleeding with colors
And shaped by ridges and grooves
That only points down.
