I see the world before me!


Who am II?

Sometimes it hits like a mystery

As not quite the hero I think

Looking around with layers and

A crystal shifts again and again

And twenty very interesting bald guys

Can be great fun at a party

Jumping and winking all the time!

With them now!

In the realm of crossroads

Memories blow down stream

Just the rumbling of the bees

The melting of cages and webs

A powerful new cactus.


In the time of life

Is just a tree to climb

There are windows in the branches

A delusion and some wrist bands

Some clocks and watches

Thrives reaching from wrinkled leaves

Invisible bubbles shoot upwards

And recall budding flowers.