Clean
And wet
Sober
And fresh
These are
The things
That keep
You sane
And fed

Run now
Run
Don't let
Them catch you
Yet

A melody or two
A song for you
Let the dreamer's
Head fill with
A dreadful thread
Of possible love
Instead

Jump no
Jump
Don't trip
Over bundles of
Lies

And an hour
None the less
Falls into
The past
With no worm hole
To get back
Now that time is
Precious again

Avoid all leads
As if they were
Plagued by the ghosts
Of the sea

Sanity and rest
What a drugged up
Mess
To collect and collect
And then let them
All fall
Without any hesitation
At all