Quicksand For Birthday Boy
Quicksand works efficiently in the jungle
No need to give applause for nothing new
The vanishing act begins when you step in
Give Birthday boy a hand for being 30
There is no rope, no vines, no hope for miles
Another fragile family member disappears
The lineage broken like a branch by sinking
As quickly as the quicksand works its magic
Who knows when something goes so wrong
Jungles certainly don't understand or care
Mysteries abound above the canopy tops
So beautiful and out of touch this time of year
Invisibility is a way of life up in the wild
Below the feet things go missing frequently
It was not the kind of party birthday boy imagined
He was promised pretty girls and helium balloons
He wished for something better, something different
A walk in nature for example would be nice
Let the search party begin and watch your step
The ground is wet. Quickly now. It's getting dark
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