Imagination slides past the door,
hits me hard...

The cool blast
floods each cell...

"and your beautiful face lights up my...
they all speak the same...

Poison sinks into
stream...

Dirty obnoxious,
filthy precautious...

As the whales\' spouts blow,
my whiskers grow...

The happy one
talking to the skies...

Wish i could say this
without flying to...

Fill it up
fill it up...

Did they say when
you made it to think...

Mechanical waves take strides,
marching with my mind...

Metallic wash,
settles to ground...