Sleepy Head

The task at hand is a foot
Below your nose
From your toes
From your past
Go to bed, sleepyhead
Then wake up
Then go to the future!
When the past is a glass jar that you grow inside of, and its size is relative
only to your heart, then the glass cannot hold you. And all your dreams are but
dreams within dreams, within glass jars, within different dreams.
So crack your knucks, and git movin' on, 'cause when the consciousness
collector comes around, you wanna be ready. (That's right!)
My soul is just an old
Bird
On conciane
In the rain
Getting tired
Fun, fun for everyone!
(Bird)
Fun for you
And for me
Fun in the future
And for forever!