It\'s apparent to me
A new time is coming
It\'s an iceberg in my mind
Crying Auld Lang Syne
I\'ve seen vivid images of a red end
They were as stubborn as a cool mule
Or a snoring whale during an Indian summer
Perchance I\'m under a spell
The giddy world opened for Bethesda
I was informed
Rain fell from the firmament
Filling her
It doesn\'t make any sense, it\'s an idiosyncrasy
A shadowy figure
Future Mother Nature
I will never stop pointing at the moon
So I welcome the new time, this moment won\'t last forever
Life is an Indian giver, sparkling like gold in mud
I\'m aware, I won\'t fall for the ruse
I squash pain into my core like it\'s a fruit
I\'m like someone on a mission
Spaceman on Apollo 11
Like some kind of curious Hobbit
Going on an adventure with a crooning voice
I can\'t escape the noise
The callous winds are ushering
I\'m entering the night in a queer way
My thoughts are being as loud as gunshots
Saying I\'m a ghost of Pensacola
A handmade Tallahassee
Sun-like and mango yellow
A masturbating homosexual sent to Coventry
I\'m the unreliable narrator
Titan Atlas
Loving Thamyris
Aristotle believed that swallows hibernate in winter
I chuckle, it\'s a miracle, I\'ve been chicken-stuffed
I\'m becoming you
When I have the time I\'ll get to it.