I'm reading the stars through the ceiling,
From the ocean floor I'm reaching,
The darkness between them,
An empty roar,
Beneath me the sand falls through neatly,
Its focus now dreaming, receiving sensations,
Drifting into the atmosphere once more
"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦"¦Once more
Grain after grain, decisions made,
Marks on a page, time portrayed,
On a calendar leafs of a diary,
Plays upon the stage,
Communicate with freight buffalo,
The fantastic ants we are
Achievements made of grain,
Matchstick constructions,
The most we are
Roles lived in a cage