Looking up I thought I saw
A thing that wasn’t there
Shook my head and rubbed my eyes
Ran my finger through my hair
Tapioca starry skies
Seven seas for sale
A ship upon my fingertips
Hunts the whiter whale
Walk upon the water
Buried in the sand
A rolling clap of thunder
Where’s the promised land?
Twilight ventured forth and stole
The shadows from the shade
While I pondered long and hard
The cards I had not played
My hand was held as to be seen
By heaven and the rest