I did not see the darkened sky I did not feel the pressure drop I walked down the primrose path I strolled along the garden walk The rain fell and washed away I built on sand I got swept away I went out and stirred the air (My soup was steeped in strange ideas) I breathed in I breathed out I breathed in I breathed out The rain fell and washed away I built on sand I got swept away I went out and looked around I went out And I came back I walked down the primrose path I strolled along the garden walk The rain fell and washed away My bed of sand got swept away