The day slopes slowly into the rising night,
it's still light though so I think I'll go down to the stream where I can dunk my toes in and dream of those liquid delights,
I'm not thinking of alcohol, that solves no problems that I know of,
No!
I'm thinking of a saturated universe full of prose and freestyling artists and what if so what?
it's my dream and it goes where it will,
and it's still light,
I'm going