The next day the plan is plain

Like a return to the plains

Is like a journey into space

Do you want a key to life

If the sun had more time

Would it touch the soul

Realize the poem is a living thing

It numbers

It wonders

You can make thunder

I can feel that lightning

Is the safest form of torture

A weird kind of pleasure

As if like a movie picture

We had watched before

Had the gray sky's came

Yet hope came instead