I am so tired, I am so tired. I want to sleep moonbeams and all; away from queens who need you to fail. Go on and sail my friend, I say. Hmmm.

Hey; hmm, it sorta feels okay to linger. Like the finger on a magnum vega seems so triggered. Lately so hard to be anyone… anyone, anyone.

I am so tired. I am so tired. I want to shape the manes of Gods, a way for people to dream awake; go on and sing my friend. I say. I say… go on and sail again.