I stay up
You fall asleep and dream about this moment
Peculiar streams of light that follow us
To the Kitchen
I find the oranges, you the knife to cut them
How can nature be so sweet?
Who thought to make it that way?
I'll give you something to dream to
We can make it last all night
I'll give you something to dream to
We can make it feel alright
Burn the leaves
Off the branches fallen that used to shade us from our fears
Atop our hundred foot deck
Bite the hand
That feeds you and appreciates your existence
Will you catch it before you wake up?
Who thought to make it that way?