Written by: Chris Grundy

Am I moving
We're approaching some place
Montrose I think

I can barely read it
My eyes are on the blink

I see no proof that the tube is moving
There is an engine,
At the front I think
But the blackness is hiding
Behind the invisible barrier

Bing-bing “we are now…
Who cares lets go to hawai”
My eyes open,
Pure lovely-ness waving me goodbye

The orchestra in my mind
Plays “sunshine”
Irony floods through my veins,
And into my organs,
Cancer! But the song goes

“im calm, a little more confident.”