Sometimes I wake up feeling full of it.
Full of what?
I don’t know, but I’m full of it.
They’re bombing in Africa
from the sky and from the ground as we play
in our little corner of the Milky Way.
We’re voting in the U.S. of A.
as we play in our little corner of the Milky Way.
I fall to my knees and pray
in my little corner of the Milky Way.
I saw a butterfly flutter by and wondered why.
What are your thoughts?