Inflatable Dream

In a dark star field skyline

The moon is incredibly bright

A giant dome hovers above celebrating masses

The sounds of rope tight and twisting

The veins of hope tight and twisting me.

Someone shifts their body weight

This is where I lose my aim

Celebrating songs we bring in a lonely light

Confetti cast a million words

Raining on the stills we burn

Parachuting fearsome lads dropping towards the ground

The sounds of rope tight and twisting

The veins of hope tight and twisting me.

I am in peace knowing that the physical sphere I embody

Is the same as given to my mentors