The Sky Is Like A Blue Jellyfish. And All Around Are Fields, Rolling Meadows - Peaceful World, You Great Mousetrap, Would That I Might Finally Escape From You.. O If I Had Wings - One Plays Dice. Guzzles. Chatters About Future Countries. Each Person Puts In His Own Two Cents. The Earth Is A Succulent Sunday Roast, Nicely Dunked Into A Sweet Sun-Sauce. If Only There Were A Wind... That Ripped The Gentle World With Iron Claws. That Would Amuse Me. But If A Storm Comes... It Would Shred The Lovely Blue Eternal Sky Into A Thousand Pieces.