Particles of man left behind
Imprints on the looking glass.
We swim with all the memories
In this sea of now.
Shipwrecked on the beach of half-past ten
On our voyage to Tomorrow.
Don't worry dear;
We're already there.
There's a thousand monkey paws
Groping in your hessian skin.
They will only be shaved
When the fruit is eaten.
We're sailors all on this sea of why.
Adrift in the mystery of Now.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
Particles of man left behind
Imprints on the looking glass.
We swim with all the memories
In this sea of now.
Shipwrecked on the beach of half-past ten
On our voyage to Tomorrow.
Don't worry dear;
We're already there.
There's a thousand monkey paws
Groping in your hessian skin.
They will only be shaved
When the fruit is eaten.
We're sailors all on this sea of why.
Adrift in the mystery of Now.
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