It’s a beautiful day, or so I think
and I think about things that no one ever thinks about
Like how does a flying fish learn to fly?
or is a plant aware of it’s existence when it’s about to die?
In this world where everything has been done
and the only place no one has been
is 36,070 feet below, in the Marianas Trench
the only thing that is left a mystery
is the rise in cattle mutilations
and why some people still insist on listening to disco
all else has either been explained, forgotten or filed away
never to be thought of again
except by me
on this bee you two full day
Yeah baby!
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
