i know when my fingers start growing that i will be hungry in time i know that the kites in the canopy will be there for a long long time cause they come from a part that s no known i guess that the liquid inside of me is made from the water of clouds i know that the corner i m in will make be embarrassed in time cause it comes from a place i don t know there s nothing there s nothing quite to it i ll just be hungry a lot the whisper that will be unfolding it will be a building at last cause it comes from a place i don t know