If you asked me
I'd tell you
But I don't want to sell
Another dream with a swell view
Another scheme with the shells
Spell out the truth?
Why should I point your nose at the smell?
Someone told me
I should believe in the work
I know it's not nothing
But a daze envelops me
When I contemplate the life around me
Depending on a kind of charity
Or passing feeling
Cryptically broadcast and
Mass produced
Copied again and again
Maybe the real world
Unreproduced
Is enough?
But I do want to share
So I don't die in the moment
The message in the bottle is sent
I just don't want to pollute
There's kind of a log jam of bottles these days
If you happen to hear clear
We may both be lucky
Not distracted
Even now you probably have
If not meander
A dream
With a swell view
A how to
Escape nihilistic narcissism
Ever never complete
May the dream catch you soon enough