Wake unto imagination
let old flames die,
Pull off your cocoon
and became the butterfly;
Go skating on the water
at forty clicks or so,
Remembering to wear your skis
or you might burn your toes;
Look up at the sky
the days never end,
You can still hear the laughter
with a relative or a friend;
So let go of lost feelings
never let torpid water stay,
For it will poison your soul
until you throw it away.