Don’t you move, neither a bit,
It’s hot outside and it’ll hurt you bad.
So dear are you to me, chirping and eating together,
All life, all places, all eyes are you and me.
Pile up the stairs with poison,
On the floor should no concrete be left.
Hide all the blessings presbyter gave you,
Somewhere else should you be resting in peace.
That’s a moving car displaced in space,
Need not you care shall you be stationary.
Stay calm, silent and reverb in the past,
That’s what will drive you from all your misery.
They call you free, close-ended motionless body,
Let them know you think what they don’t.
And let them be mad about what you do,
Because work alone won’t fix what you want to.
Care not you what seasons come,
Hilarious they are, some falling leaves, ice on a mountain.
What careers there are, people to fall for,
Some dreaded corner of the world, some disguised serenity.
I go and you stay home,
Should you obey what these walls tell you to do,
These pathways leading you to bedrooms are heaven’s,
Keep them enchanted and let no complain come.
