enormous and delicate, too soft to touch
where reality means a little too much
and each breath is as fresh as the first
and each drink’s a drip of a bottomless thirst
and there’s never been so rich a taste
truly all ‘til now had simply been waste
and music, sweet music, has never been heard
as it ought to be, to say naught of word
or it may have been, I can’t say as such
‘cause right now reality’s a little too much