We’ll be building card castles inside of our ship,
sailing on a sapphire sea full of translucent hearts.
All beating on the same weary tempo,
the tempo of deluded delights and fist fights and
Harmonic Impulses.
To sleeping on our rooftops and singing aloud,
To painting our expressions and flying with lost leaves,
To creating ripples and the Butterfly Effect,
To finding truth in today and escaping hyperbolic doubt,
We’ll toast in sunsets to our Harmonic Impulses.
Forever sailing our iridescent sailboat, we’ll skip the stars and get right to the point:
An avalanche of swirling, misty galaxies promises that tomorrow will forever be the best and dandelion rings are now true symbolism, my sweet.