Scrolling endlessly Trying to find some sense in the sea Half tuned in, tuned out mind Paradoxes in space and time. There's a forest in 'Kraine that refuses to rot Due to microbes and fungi blown up in the shot And I can't help compare to the state of a mind When sat scrolling endlessly through space and time Without mushy stuff and the creatures so small To eat at your thoughts as they grow big and tall They sit there quite useless like zombies, the lot, All in your mind and refusing to rot... So perhaps when you're still and don't blow in the wind Remember to let little crawlies crawl in...