I’m dreaming about the soul trap
I was daydreaming about the mind tap
I was imagining all we needed was gold
I was watching myself getting old
I imagined an aquarium
That he’d survived the drag race
from the planetarium
How I used to want to be wild like him
only for me it was one after another
copycat stars
progressively more dim
The thousand faces of the soul trap
from the slate up to the
navi-holographic mind-map
Sorry guess that doesn’t exist yet
give me fifteen minutes on that missed bet
it’ll show up at the five and ten
yet another proof of my almighty pen
what
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