Ender to an eve
Reaches down a hand
Can’t remember when
We last lost ourselves
Take off

Gonna get ours

Anything goes

As long as joy’s the plan



Every now and then

More than that admit



Take it off

Writ in the sky

Anyways

I would give you

All I have



And it’s one more tip with a feathered cap

One more trip to the habitat

One more whip of a cheeky slap

One more dip in the natural sap

That’s that

It’s a wheel