It is a time too queer, a time when aught but owl sleeps.
It is a time to cheer, and run to 'lap' in long long leaps.
Open it, type your code, and there you end up struck,
Sail the ship and go aboard, today to fish your luck.
Yes here I am online, trying to see my fellow owls.
My blood is full of wine, in green veins it growls.
I pound leap and hunt down, those beings alone around.
I try to break down their frown, and carry them to the stround.
The land is of amazing folk, people who share people who lol
There are people to poke, people who rise people who fall.
Yet we sail to islands unknown, those where went no embassy,
we meet people long forlorn, those lost in their own ecstasy.
You you people people, I am afraid I forgot if we ever met,
You you feeble people, I found you caught in my fishing net.
Come talk and move on, pay me your emotions and love,
I am a dustbin you won, tell me your problems and plead me how.
I am no prophet, Krishna or the christ, I am a man with a mind.
I am a world roaming lyrist, you are the snake my lyre will find.
I solve your deadly breath taking perils, And I expect back a smile.
Smile to me and pay me the merits, you get one back, in my own style.
Comes waters again, you alive or dead, I put you back and see you drift.
If you are the one with a working head, you swim back the mist as swift.
I am your friend faceless friend, I know you and you know me.
This is what is today's trend, I am afraid of it when a father I would be.
It is a time to cheer, and run to 'lap' in long long leaps.
Open it, type your code, and there you end up struck,
Sail the ship and go aboard, today to fish your luck.
Yes here I am online, trying to see my fellow owls.
My blood is full of wine, in green veins it growls.
I pound leap and hunt down, those beings alone around.
I try to break down their frown, and carry them to the stround.
The land is of amazing folk, people who share people who lol
There are people to poke, people who rise people who fall.
Yet we sail to islands unknown, those where went no embassy,
we meet people long forlorn, those lost in their own ecstasy.
You you people people, I am afraid I forgot if we ever met,
You you feeble people, I found you caught in my fishing net.
Come talk and move on, pay me your emotions and love,
I am a dustbin you won, tell me your problems and plead me how.
I am no prophet, Krishna or the christ, I am a man with a mind.
I am a world roaming lyrist, you are the snake my lyre will find.
I solve your deadly breath taking perils, And I expect back a smile.
Smile to me and pay me the merits, you get one back, in my own style.
Comes waters again, you alive or dead, I put you back and see you drift.
If you are the one with a working head, you swim back the mist as swift.
I am your friend faceless friend, I know you and you know me.
This is what is today's trend, I am afraid of it when a father I would be.