Riot

Let’s get into troubles,
Break all rules and our bones.
Let’s destroy all of those couples
Who are cold and blank clones.

Let us breach all deadlines,
Violate every law.
Little gold fish designs
How to feel living flow.

Little twittie decides
To get out of the cage.
Try to love me besides
Being pointless sage.

I will find you in years
After knowing you better.
Even nine atmospheres
Couldn’t flatten that matter.

I just want you to fly
Over ocean of fears.
You will have time to die.
Sieze the moment to steer.

Have no answers for you —
Only plenty of questions.
From this shambolic view
Let’s see ashe of creations.