Imagination is the mother of bread
Said the baker and started to bake
The dough is turning into tongues,
into trees
Into people who turn older
with time
Observation is the key in your eyes
Said the locksmith who
opens doors with a kick
The ways are open for you to go out and in
The doors are broke,
so throw away your eyes
I like how the mornings feel
like a new beginning
Somehow they fill the
empty endings
You in need of recharging
Wrapped in foil and praying
for lightning
To enlighten
No
Just to try.
Conjuration is the trick for your mind
Said the gambler and pierced his hand with
A knife with ice rolling,
he turned towards outside
Gave a goodbye,
and swallowed his dice
Sensation, is the one for the hap,
sent the misting
And took off his hat, clad in toadies
Came to walk back from boiling nonsense,
the super team
He's sadly, sad
I like how the night
lights keep polluting
On the laughs and cries of machinery
Are you in need of recharging
A fuel to revive your in sides?
Till big night
Yes, that sounds quite right
Oh yes, it sounds quite right