The second day a man came to me, said please let me out of this cage, third guy, said he broke it, is it still on, someone said no, are you still turned on, or is the fight cycle was here, and fire starters were running around, and he dropped something,

And it rolled away, into the distance, when some gates opened, and someone opened a box, and it was rippling everywhere,

Touched me, touched you, and every one was happy for some reason, and I was like why, what happened to sadness, and people were still writing songs about it,

And it made a loop-de-loop, and he forgot to turn something off, and everyone had a nine, and hunters were running about, and ballerinas were dancing, and there was bidding going on, and a crow hit a window,

And he died and left it behind. Maybe he’s dreaming now.