As is the outer
Flitter and flop between the two
Be not afraid of pitfalls or blunders
It's all an imperfect dream
A mixed up notion
A discarded fantasy
Not altogether imaginary
Be grateful to breathe
To have grown from a seed
For not long to go
Till we are back with the weeds
Look up to the sky
Shimmer, shriek, sigh
Look beyond your two eyes
And voyage, bon voyage, far inside