In The Skies

Blinded by the black geese flying

Muted by the cacti crying

Winded by natural shining

Suited to the planets dying

Sasquatch is gonna get a job

Go and find another house to rob

All in inkling's wrinkling's churning

Too many martyrs for the burning

Not my time to testify

Haven't made up a good lie

All these questions I'll nullify

And soon they'll all pass me by

When time and space come to an end

A message to Santa I'll send

Take it to the workshop to mend

Satchels and sandpaper I'll lend

I can see the palm trees swaying

I can see the bright sand staying

I can see the ocean ebbing

I don't see the spider webbing

But I can see the star's still alight

Makin' this night feel alright

Nothing unexpected in the skies

Here comes the midnight sunrise