the tide is hereyou must dress up
you don't want
to be imprisoned
with your pants down
skeleton and all
exposed and dried
to the elements outside
you're naked now
there's nothing to hide
your soul bares all
the light had shine
transparent and paper thin
everyone could see
every single eye
is glued on you
even the wind
and even the sky
no secret
no dark well
the laundry is clean
the smell and the whiff
of the air is like perfume
the aphrodisiac of a lifetime
that it took a century
to unveil and to smell
it's here and it's free
it's circulating
will it reach you and me
will it make us sleep and play
will it send us to the moon
and make moon cakes
out of the blue
will it?
let's listen
to the answer of the geese
but I'm deaf
sorry.
