There are storm clouds up in the sky
raining down terror on my eyes
humanity spirals for a slow demise
all our documentations are filled with lies

oh please wake me now this dream it is foul
see lighting touching down
am i finally awake now

see the clouds slowly passing by
see myself as I slowly die
am I falling trying to fly
searching for truth with the lies

Spider flexes wires
mosquito pasted spirals
caught in spiderweb

I never wish to grow old
and become numb to the things
that bring me life, laughter & love,
the most prosperous gains.
Instead of gray hair, I ask for budding wisdom & truth.
I'll trade a life with ten cats, for ten short years with you.
I'll dream away time.
Into space & spirals.
I'll trace your wrist with my thumb
just like when we were young.