Four answers, four questions (the happy blind).
It was a dream.
It was such a beautiful dream.
It was such a beautiful hope.
It was such a beautiful wish.
A vision.
So crystalline, it burnt your eyes.
And you would have been happy blind for the rest of your life.
Is it gone?
Is it still there?
Do you still believe?
Do you still believe in me?
A son
A dream and a song.
A dream and a song.
Everything for a dream and a song.
It
It’s an obsession.
A queen-sized bedroom with a horse-sized appetite.
I could eat a hearse.
I could jump me to the moon.
Sail or moon?
Sink or swim?
Fish or fish?
These are the questions we’ve got to fez.
For in this bicycle that we call life.
We are the ones who are Westinghouse.
I just erased that last sentence.
The one you couldn’t read and may never ever ever again for all of the rest of our lives.
Please don’t fall. It’s so baduy.
