i see a dog stretch out in the morning lights dreaming along in a place made it straight caught creeps on a nothings line wakes him up with a swap to the face i found that the clouds always come at the worst of times and i left all the windows down its always so many years since for turban time and i think we just ran out everything is moving at the speed of light cant you see cant you see everyone is trammed up at the finish line cant you see cant you see from this height you can see all the tiny squares like a cage full of fireflies the streets are empty but theyre alive within air it stings my eyes everything is moving at the speed of light cant you see cant you see everyone is trammed up at the finish line cant you see cant you see all my senses shopping in the fading light this room gets small but then starts to expend all these empty pieces start to make more sense when the lights go out i understand