After a nap, the imagination demands a place to run,
becoming wild in its hunt for games and fun
constraint system: now, the world as it is
beverages made of nothing but fizz
sipped on the night as stars tell a story
made up by bats on blood and of glory
hear where you are and not what you see
put it together, the opposing sides' glee
enemies kiss while words make up friends
meaning gets made, confused with the ends
start in the middle and get it all wrong
set it to music and peddle your song
fire underwater says resist the wet
clouds in the living room set on the set
distraction to order a world of the dime
dissonance carries your best in its rhyme.
Roman Ryan 