I’m waiting to be born again
Lingering in the night for the moon to set
And to wash away the tide that reins
Sunny days that I forget
I’m sloping, to the other side
The place where I won’t need to hide
The time has come when I shall ride
On nothing but a simple tide
Creative adhesion malingers afar
Ever long strain from a cluster bomb
Relentless in its will, suffer me tar
Envelop within and pass the bong
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