Moon stars radial bars
Just a tadpole being creative in the summertime
Lost the hole where I stored the dough, the stash is empty as the creek running through my disheveled mind
Kept running, didn’t see the road signs on the side
Now I am lost and the tadpole swims through to the other world
All carnations stave off the tide, but only one at a time
So grow grow them and see how many waves we can still
The sense that semblance to a cause would fit the prisoner is a ruse unwise
But is not love unwise?