Rack Tarmak
Entering the atmosphere
with people standing still
hear the distant gallopping
of people running by
light(n)ing strikes again
and hits the fearless warrior
tha-tha-tha-tha-thunderstorm
scattering the masses
they're whirling all around us
and break upon our shoulders
make yourself turn fluid
and go with the flow
she claims to be a goldfish
swim swim swim...to him