Vines grow
Wrapped around the skin
The skin of a lion
King of kings
Sail the skies with your ships
You'll never sink
See that the sun sets
Thats when the sky's pink
Full of sulfuric love
Clouds of puff
Rest your vessel on this pillow
Cotton and feathers
Will it all be soft enough
Or will the grayness
Coming from warm waters
Rough it all up
Can it weather this pressure
Dropping no anchors
Focused onward
What lies far ahead
Is the treasure
Only found after death