to two We can count to three I line them up and they stare back at me Creations in the mind and soul of me Drift fall Blue call You, the writer knew
people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape of words and sometimes someone among us sticks her head into the shiny phosphorus blue
people speak in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape of words and sometimes someone among us sticks her head into the shiny phosphorus blue
No dogfights, no bullfights, no ape in a zoo The oceans not so dirty black but deep-blue No biotech, no hightech, no Worldwar two Mother earth can exist
