How far do we scale back the model before
We can't even see the things that used to
Tower over us like glass giants with
Steel skeletons and revolving shoes?
Even the sizably extreme could use a little
Perspective, but my fear is as cars become
Earthworms I'll be the bait that lures in
The future that's hungry for an afternoon snack.
While I was sailing over cardboard painted blue
I knew there was a limited supply and
We all know architects pretend to have more
Than what was given to them to use.
I'd much rather have what children create in
Their hearts but when their parents take over
They ruin the dream because they think the
Imagination isn't all it's cracked up to be.
So what if there aren't any flying fish?
What forces us all to be more or less stiff
In a world thats lucid and fluid and rich?
Just because it's not real doesn't mean it can't exist.
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