you must wake into a dream
where color is still as bright
where pepper burns your mouth
and yet you crave it so

and sometimes you have to wonder
about the wetness of water
what makes an orange so cheerful
and milk so milky white

To live is to taste a snowstorm
freezing your very lips
sips of hot black coffee
on a cold misty day

sometimes in our daily dying
we miss these little things
so fades the bigger picture
so fades the pulse of life

Ah to ignore the clockwork
and touch the electricity around
And forever in the background sea
a scent of flowers, a sense of ecstasy