Travel the clouds, in summer or winter, despite
Any Māsa that comes across, when stupid Waters
Cannot keep up with the trajectory of the Planet.

Travel the clouds, amongst all topographies, any
Meeting the eyes of simps, and farmers looking for
An opportunity to compose a song and dance, woo.

Travel the clouds, against all currents, any
Sticking together to keep up with the trajectory
Of the stupid Planet that just likes to spin & just.

Travel the clouds, while all stick together throughout, until
One; until
One Rogue water droplet gains a sense of individuality
Breaks down from this hovering commitment; until
One Rogue water droplet feels a slight discomfort
From the entire gang and pushes away from them
And Splats onto the land full-of simps, and farmers
Yearning to compose a song and dance and woo.

This ain’t the end for the travelling clouds to proceed, but
A revolution amidst the committee of the clouds with
A rudimentary question to premise: Why the fuck not?
Another droplet following the Rogue, pushes away
Another droplet following the droplet, pushes away
Another droplet following the droplet, pushes away
Another droplet following the droplet, pushes away
Another droplet following the droplet, pushes away
Another droplet following the droplet, pushes away
Ananotherer drodropletet pushesushes awayway
Ananotherer drodropletet pushesushes awayway
Ananotherer drodropletet pushesushes awayway

Songs and Dance and Woo,
As the clouds obliterate into a clear sky, defeated
Disarmed dismembered by Why the fuck not?

One Rogue pushes away, the entire mass pushes away
One Rogue dances looney, the entire mass dances looney
One Rogue boycotts, the entire mass boycotts
One Rogue coughs, the entire mass coughs
One Rogue yawns, the entire mass yawns

Results & Corollaries direct onto this One Rogue, who
Is ever present despite his various identities, believes
He is individualistic, yawning in the same pattern.

Famines & Fantasies call out this One Rogue, who
Always yawned to inspire much, pulling
Another yawners to yawn and conduct the yawns.

One Rogue the blames pile, with all sights onto
Whom the conducting pointy fingers direct, when
Eventually none asks another rudimentary question:

Who gave him the idea?

One Rogue the theories rise, omnipresent who
Simultaneously yawned at multitudes, at varied
Māsa and Episodes with the exact single yawn, until
Someone, until
Someone raises a rudimentary question: Who gave him the idea?
A single exact epiphany to yawn a riot against
Someone unmasks the One Rogue in revealing, who
Stood behind all generations for yawns to strike, until
Someone ruined the bubble of blame on One Rogue.

Who gave him the idea?

To strike a revolution of precipitation onto the ground
Filled with singing dancing wooing simps, and farmers.
To strike a protest, bulk of individual quits, that sprung
So many disjoints tying them with up unreal yarns.
The unreal Yarns disguise amidst the One Rogue yawns
Twitching and twirling at specific triggers so the
Yarns Turn-on the yawns, as the dawn of yawns spawn on
All topographies, any as this Stupid planet distracts them, while
Continuing its ever-longing trajectory to spin & just.