I untied all the rope lines. I gathered our things. And placed them beside me. You never arrived. And I got worried. You never arrived. And I was troubled.
Oh, it must be over there, see. In the tall weeds with his head leaned. By an anthill, by some water. With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler. . But I'm not too sure.
Mornings will be kind to you in the future. Never mind the smog that makes your head hurt. Darling you could have that grave garden. Darling you could finish the things you started.
He was a great balloon maker. The balloons were never known for speed. There's no way that you'll get sweet. You asked me to waste some time. . Come out to see the sun, you're all we've got.