I wake from this dream
I see butterflies appreciating the scheme of things
Going across the universe this is how we leave
Out with our solace, and the taste is bittersweet
When we left our home, for some other love
And life, and the haste of everyday people
Salamanders swimming hailing the giant houses
Effective waters, these will brim and crash with the shape
Of my dim light of survival, and the delight of shame and guilt
Sorrow, for the revived and convivial lives
Are you sure, we show enough for our actions
And disaster is what we show for our sins and inactivity?
Mistaking for being cautious, open with ourselves for the
The fire of the times, and the proclivity of the insane
And sanctimonious people looking at us in the good days, we die
Sane, we lively bunches will score the breadth of many oceans
Making our lives better with poorer dreams, relying on the same sins