Where the last ***** died we're not quite sure
but sailors reported one just off shore
floating in a bathtub of brine
the batteries died but it still works fine
manual labour equal rights
beating yourself up for delight
selfish pleasures hidden treasures
hand in hand in equal measure
some have suggested a museum
as their last resting place
so everybody can see them
where sailors don't give chase
stuffed and mounted how ironic
a virtual knickknackatory
how we merged with the bionic
each one telling its own story
A.I. at its lowest function
numbing pain through pleasures gain
I heard the newer models had suction
but all in all, it's just the same.

You know I've heard it often said
if a caterpillar dies before its wings have spread
before it's been able to leave the cocoon
if it died far too soon
then it's soul will go to heaven
because heaven is where all creatures get wings
where we no longer need our body or other things
where caterpillars become butterflies
where we all go when we finally die
so if you should sleep and never wake up
if your breath falters and heart finally stops
I will not shed a tear no I will not cry
because I know you've learned how to fly.

I witnessed a fly, die
before my very eyes
his legs upturned
so I said a few words...

sometimes life gives you ****
and you gotta eat it

then averted my eyes
as if to cry
but when I looked back
his body had vanished
somehow he managed
to avoid death

I guess the moral is none of us know how long we got left.

So when you’re lying on your back with your legs akimbo
enjoy the moment as it could be your last shout
or just another fly by the window.

Are you happy with how your life turned out?
was it really worth all the doubt?
the fear the lies
I tried I tried
to let it go
but only heaven really knows
why some men fail and others succeed
if an open sail is all we need
maybe lust or maybe greed
the ego always needs to feed
our dreams however never fade
but seldom do we make the grade
we toss and turn but never learn
that hatred will forever burn
as long as you close your heart
you never really stand a chance
yet all is not lost as you will see
that everybody can be free.

I fell into love
your arms my love
I tripped and you caught me
it was worth the journey
now watch me rise
my heart raised high
a helium balloon
my string you held
then let me go so soon
now I keep rising
caught in a cross wind
I think I will join you
amongst the stars
my balloon heart.