Flying through
A dark gray tube
Quivering eyes
And little flowers
Well, a chimney sweeper flies away
"See you later."
Waving adieu
Well fragments falling like rain
Shade my eyes with my hands
Well, going home, a house in white
Flowers in a kaleidoscope, blooming
Flying through
A dark gray tube
Quivering eyes
And little flowers
Blowing away through my lungs
Voices come from a cocoon
Look, fragments, falling like rain
Dancing barefoot
Fishes being inhaled
Into a little glass bottle