The words are getting hazy,
there's lights every place I look...

Follow the maze in circles,
we twirl around the bend...

Play an invisible piano,
sitting on this purple couch...

Never mind, it
doesn't matter...

Pointless little poems,
I'll tell you of my day...

Subatomic existance,
whirling in the clouds of stars...

Attention to detail
in a white washed, smoothed out room...

Been a while since I've written,
broken down in tired words...

This night, it smells like summer,
winter's eve seems far away...

In a corner of the universe,
a place where the young can touch the stars...

Welcome to this world,
where the colours are upside down...

"Someone is amazing,"
Babby Bear's crying out...