Are modest worlds to cherish.
Sail away. Help me, please. Release.
Tease others. Let me go. You know my tact.
My sighing eye. My tears, fears, jubilation.
Hillsides near, dear, precious in sunlight.
Monsters loom. Here, there, elsewhere.
Streams funky music beyond bayou bedrock.
Hopes of dope call forth authorities.
Nope, aint gonna run away home.