Don’t want a lullaby, turn me into a butterfly,
Alice in Wonderland, lost in a Wonka sky.
The wheel of time spins, dizzy and deep,
The whale of death dives, and the angels weep
Not savior, not messiah, not muse but deliverer,
Not fall in love but jump in love, I shiver.
What if the world unfolds in a tilted eight?
The universe owes me Uranus — but Kronos did great.
For the sin you call disorder, name it what you please,
It never erases the victims’ unease.
Their trauma matters more than the artist’s grace,
No genius redeems a child’s displaced face.
For the sin you call disorder, name it what you please,
It never erases the victims’ unease.
Their trauma matters more than the artist’s grace,
No genius redeems a child’s displaced face
Who will guard my innocence at last?
I left you handles to hold me fast.
I’m a prophet — I write tomorrow’s weather,
Dream first, then the world arranges my letter.
Is it dream replaying again?
Are you using my kindness, my primal intent?
Receiving flowers feels wasteful, yet I still care,
Fish and bear’s paw — can I have both fair?
The deer that dies, whose hand decides?
I can’t see the mountain, I live inside.
My mind refreshes like a screen each dawn,
Where’s the line between hypnosis and yawn?
Nurture the flower, protect the grass,
I shake — an infant tremble as visions pass.
cradle, violence, and fear,
Separation anxiety whispers near.
Stereotypes, pre-conceived sight,
Emotional knots tied too tight.
Still hold a grudge, can’t let go,
Got trust issues with the world I know.
I fight for the deist, the agnostic heart,
I lost my dreams, can’t recall the start.
Who will guard my innocence at last?
I left you handles to hold me fast.
I’m a prophet — I write tomorrow’s weather,
Dream first, then the world arranges my letter.
My thoughts move faster than time allows,
You love your dream — but can you love it now?
Blue Whale game, the plugin’s call,
Too kind, I want to break it all.
“None of my business”? I can’t agree,
When’s it trickery, when’s sincerity?
When’s it honest, when’s it scheme?
When’s it nightmare, when’s it dream?
I want Uranus named after me,
The faithful leap, a foreign sea.
Running with beings through the vast unseen,
Fish and bear — both in my dream.
Define the home, the pill, the stream,
The drug, the love, the in-between.
I represent my country slow but sure —
My innocence — fragile, yet pure.