Rivers run by me and everything blurs,
can't blame the horse and neither the spurs,

I am walking in some dreamscape and yet I'm awake,

so what of the horse and the spurs?
those are like the rivers where everything blurs,

seems that to be woke in a dreamscape and awake in
a walking state, one has to wait for the edges to sharpen,

the universe is telling me to buck up my ideas
and say ******* to my fears
ha,
the universe is older than me by a few
billion years and probably senile

I head off into the starburst
to watch red giants die
to see dwarf stars cry
and still wonder why
the rivers run by me.