Silly Whim

Magnetic storm emitted A surge of solar blow I wasn’t there, but you Were touched by it, I know Soon afterwards you thought “What makes me talk to him” All reasons were rejected Except a silly whim Next evening you were smiling And joking quite a lot And I had no idea Of the forthcoming plot You waited, till I went to sleep Pulled out your magic sword And cutted off my silly head It fell with great C major chord Well done, the angels sang Your pc screen is quiet It doesn’t show my face You’ve better things to smile at I was a weather side effect Inevitably I go dim In memories that wither No place is saved for silly whim You have to manage treatments Hell of a lot of stuff All serious, plus vapes Which you can’t get enough The last time lullaby I’d record, if I only knew A little more about the moon And of the sun in you.