Go On, Taste It

And as the wall collapse and the world begins to swirl
I wish I could pretend again like when I was a little girl
And now I am pillow, overstuffed with feathers
Blowing northwards the wind during hurricane season weather
And though I licked the frog just once
I wear an old cone hat and fuss
And as the taste of watermelon lingers on lips
I remember how the universe moves in blips and skips.
And like a VHS tape, I am becoming obsolete
So I lay down in the bog and become one with sky and peat.