Let the world in
Let them wonder the eyes of prey
Wonder the construction
Sometimes she is a
Spec in sky is looking down
To depths of the momentum conservation
When she swings from an old swing
Till she's dust or fallen like Icarus
The world sometimes
Flew like a moth to a candle which is
Lit by distinct photons sharing
The cosmic blanket
And it's decisive british accent
They long for adoption or Athena
And clad of blur dots in universe
Longs then to further discuss the world
"Hello, Hello, Hello is there anybody out there?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a fever dream
Eyes always seeking from the wedge
Demeter must find her grain
For she's sticking around like a mortal
Turbulent, she will flee
Then some god listening to Radiohead
Will call upon you
"Just how cold do you want it to blow?"
The world sometimes
Feels like a geeky cat
Confused in what it wants to be
In the end, she burns all of land
Scorched to the brink then cries in relief
The world sometimes
Doesn't feel right somehow