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.