I'm reading the stars through the ceiling
From the ocean floor I'm reaching
The darkness between them
An empty roar
Beneath me the sand falls through neatly
Its focus now dreaming, receiving sensations
Drifting into the atmosphere once more
……………………………...Once more
Grain after grain, decisions made
Marks on a page, time portrayed
On a calendar leafs of a diary
Plays upon the stage
Communicate with freight buffalo
The fantastic ants we are
Achievements made of grain
Matchstick constructions
The most we are
Roles lived in a cage