Mundane & Its Mystery

Sucked into the mundane & its mystery

Sixteen-petalled flowered upholstery

Where've i been ?

Well, i've been here for hours

Bleeding into patterns of flowers...

( quietly the night came marching in to greet them )

When those seams open up

Go in , go

Yellow, wide, open up

Go in, go

Shades of honey bees

Black and golden yellow

Sway like honey bees

Black & golden yellow

Yellow, yellow...