WHITE WAVES

She asked, what are light
years
I said...years made with light

She asked, what are the
sound waves
I said...the waves when they're
white

Well... who colours the sky?
I said, the clouds rolling by,
they've paint brushes with
them, they are artists on high

She said, how do we know
nana, that all this is true
I said...if Brian Cox says so,
well, that's good enough for
you

She asked...what are
thoughts?

I said............troubling

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