The air is toxic, These brown paper bag clouds Clogging up our lungs We wash our ash covered feet But it’s seeped into the bloodstream Trickling down into a much larger lake.
So we take the plunge Swimming in the lake of serotonin We dive down deep and admire the fish, Such bright coloured fish relaxing at such depths. Everything is better down where it’s wetter, But with lungs not gills We all have to come up for air.
We resurface and time has moved on The air is getting thick now And buildings have crumbled. Entire generations of degraded graduates Emerging from the thick mud of the banks of the lake serotonin.