Take the future river out for a wander
and it may dawn upon us that we just need a
passage.
Burying the cardboard with those
tramples of brightness
may make this world a better place.
How can anybody be servant to the
layer arrangement?
It becomes slightly more apparent that
we had introduced sleeping, pressured power.
It might have been all in a well-ranked plan which,
none of us realized.
That sweetness may never
wind up.