You can see my world, sitting still in a grain of sand, water low, everyone asleep, flat and surreal in the morning glaze.
Morning BK on the veranda, Life on a stick, in an early morning train flying like a roaring eagle
On top of this mast I dream to lay everendlessly in the wind
I am queen of my futuristic potentials and hopellesly continuing on my path
Serenity, Firefly you shall be named and forever more the itsy bitsy part of this heart I dare to call my own