Wake and have fun with me

Sync up each breath with me

Entertain the whims of my new eyes

Squeeze the juice til' every second's bone dry

Let this new lightness breathe

Spit me out at the beach

Lubricate our minds with a brown bag

Battling the light as we bike back

Though time seems irrelevant

An ivy-draped overgrown monument

A constant stream of joys and fog to feel fine

Can't afford to let any dust rise

But as I talk to myself

I see the growth is just a shell

Always on the verge of collapsing

As silence starts to strum on those heart strings

And soon it will just be me

Truth begins to show its teeth