O what an exhilarating celebration for something that meant to happen but never did O what a stimulation to the mind with blowing solar wind Who says that dream has to be solid like gold with wings Mercury, Mercury that planet nearest to the Sun volatile and sensitive charged with heat my messenger to the God burned Now my world is cold full of silent sound So gone with my opulentΒ Β submarine boat But someone in California is whooping it up and living it large His sun will always be favorable with those balmy breezes Let me lament then to my sunken submarine My titanic pontoon My Mercury's cavernous moaning echoes My love for only in grievance and sorrow, we suddenly grow old and bold
Haha everyone was buying tickets yesterday for the 1.5 billion Powerball Jackpot. I wrote a poem in Chinese last night dreaming to win and buy a submarine thereafter to build a castle inside it and write poetry everyday while traveling the world. Haha, I didn't win, so I came up with a different tune today.