Look, new things are unfolding,
As the past jerks off
On the present. New things
Unroll in this magical play.
No misery, no more pain,
Nothing to hold on, driven
Out of the nautical lane.
Lost, between the red
Tropical trees, the eyebrows
Furrowed in the dead dark.
Look, new things are unfolding
In the dark.
Unroll in this magical play.
No misery, no more pain,
Nothing to hold on, driven
Out of the nautical lane.
Lost, between the red
Tropical trees, the eyebrows
Furrowed in the dead dark.
Look, new things are unfolding
In the dark.
--Mohan
