"Echo's Canyon"
My footsteps echo in the park.
A voice I hear is moving through the dark.
Waiting for a flashing spark to light up the park.
I write for myself alone in an empty house.
I'm invisible to a tree and dogs can barely see me.
Want to swim in the sea of orange tea.
That will set the human race free.
We really all exist in a box.
The box has plenty of locks.
Like my floor door.
Nobody will share what's in store.
The creator has an invention kit.
A music box is in it.
It won't take long to write these songs.
The ideas brought and sold are one.
Drinking too much cheap rum.
It takes a sum.
All alone, by myself, in one of my house's rooms.
Watching Jupiter's jumping moons.
While eating ice-cream sushi with soup spoons.
Made in musical tunes.
Found tucked away for summers coming noons.
By Captain Stardust or Jon Billet
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