Kaylee

When you see a fading star, does it make you queasy, knowing you can go so far, If its firesides and logs, just float like a seal, in a warm hazy fog, why not fly to Mars, forget about tranquility, fashion your own spar, if it's not what he wants, try the singing wheel, spin out stuff you don't, holy water's in your socks, not all cards are dealed, just know what's going on, be like someone from afar, roving across the sea, sailing like the Cutty Sark, let him do serenity.