The sight of the planthenius is so wrapped up around my head in light blue colors true to my spirit I have danced into the slumbers of my breath. Pick me up tonight for I am lost again into the perth of the vacuum you consider eternal. Hold me tight into the night. Carry me home by the slight guide ti’s is the night of redemption. Fell me up tonight, I have to go for a fight, sit tight relax take a few deep breaths-sight will be a delight and the kite will reign higher than the night sky blasphemously looking back into the night. Dwight, where are you, honey? All shall be over in a hurry, die oh die, why oh why