So take a look at the sky
a unique opportunity for the core of a peach
And see what it means to worship
A submission to all colours that the sky rejects
The blue exiled mood
a graduation of loneliness
Yes, the sky rejects the blue
Although everything else is taken up
the shade of sorrow is rejected
The sky is not-blue
but it is not seen
when we in our eagerness see all that the sky is not
We dream and compose about the most empty in the world
Oxygen
Carbon mono- and dioxide
Nitrogen
Simple compounds are the soul of the sky
And while wonders whose components are only created by dying stars
throw themselves head over heels for what they cannot see
the joker has to smile and laugh
Yes, blue - that's the colour of your eyes
