I watch:
Ice sheets on a piece of cardboard,
Falling through the sky like ladybugs,
Diving below the water,
Living life-
simply without lemons.

I am drinking water-
to be exact, the polar bear water,
Feeling like an ocean-
of crawfish,
Losing time-
time of clocks without salt,
Living a life without time-
without some random guy’s time.

Time that needs (and time that is just as fragile as) two eggs packed with cardboard.
I am spending time like an eel locked in electricity.
Once time is passed, it has been invested in nothing but a shirt of other item of no significance.
A loss of time like pieces of pie on Monday.

I see:
15 million clouds that are a loss of time,
But I’m feeling like this loss will not affect the polar bears.
I will not sacrifice my time with the polar bears.

Two million clouds are lost in the music,
Things that simply don’t have enough time.
There is a loss of time, of course there is.

I observe:
These bold birds, my priority.
They’re avenging whilst delivering some person’s mail.
These bold birds, too, are nothing but a waste of time.
In my dream, there are too many times when I see a bold bird,
And as you can imagine,
I eventually begin to think,
“I don’t know what to do with all of these bold birds.”