We’re touching snowcaps
Standing on the ground
We are elevated in delusions
I walk the heights of my motions in the sea
Where little tadpoles somehow drowned
I was thereafter lost in the city
Until the evening is fresh and green
And we start to see architecture
From the mountains, from the desert
We know one day we will smile from
The rooftops, and join our brothers and
Sisters, in equality, in parity
To de-stress from our labors