What's of importance is that we are recurring nightmares
Observing the relativity of nimble beings
Bouncing on our tummies
We are trumpets ordering the end of the hours
We are doubts that have no uncertainty left
We are sheltering regrets
Wet with heaviness and our own importance
We may be forgetting something but it's unclear
What memory is really for anyway
So we soar among the shores of libertine mosaics
Faking our aspirations so we don’t seem too unambitious
I'm ambivalent really to the sounds of your laughter
Captivating the captors of our harmonic excavations
We shave the faces of our leftover neighbors
We create masquerades that look like parades of paper mache
We are too fresh to stay awake all day
And let them drain our brains of orange flowers
While we are floundering in the fountains of our campaigns
To correct these collective imbalances