What things are made of
You ask me what things are made of
Well...
Dreams are made of cotton
you can scry on their bulbous forms
you can pull them apart with your fingers
but then
dont be sad when they're all gone away
dont be sad when they're torn messed and grey
simians are made of humans
they knew about the plague
they picked the nits
out of their babies hair
so
don't be sad if we're all gone astray
don't be sad if we've all gone away