A WHOLE NEW WORLD

When the moon became the guiding light
To the bright sunflower
The sun awoke only at midnight
And sugar tasted sour.

When the clocks ticked the other way round
The sea was tasting sweet,
In silence one heard the echoing sound
Of the drummer’s beat.

When to go up one had to first come down
And speech came before thought
The kings became the hilarious clown
And cold now meant hot

This is the world we would live in:
Without any month or season;
The gods with the devils would drink a gin
If love were to date young reason.

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