Here's Why, Dr. Ainley, I Ran
The penguin(nihilist) spoke: All the whites around me have paled my dreams into obsolete fragments. The dreams to behold mid and high chroma Blue, green, crimson; and dreams that long for floral fragrance. I want the world in full; no, nihilism is not my dogma. Here's why, Dr. Ainley, I ran. I ran towards the mountain free, and free, and free, and free. I sing sullen notes; morbid I breathe; I walk on edges extreme And if above my head, another extreme floats, I can walk, too. The sun is no sadist. I yearn for honeyed beam Ah, the cloud might roll like snowballs do. Here's why, Dr. Ainley, I ran. I ran towards the mountain free, and free, and free, and free. Jagged rocks in that mount, might tear my feet like The atoms of Mars stifle a human lungs, a species Wingless as me, ribbed and fragiled Still tends to flee, to see. With beliefs. Here's why, Dr. Ainley, I ran. I ran towards the mountain free, and free, and free, and free.
