-pleasant skies mean it’s safe, right?

music playing, spirits are high

feel like a dolphin, just floating on by

perhaps the rules are for other folk

my throat feels giant, i probably won’t choke

the chain it’s there, that much is real

but it’s ever so tiny, there’s no one to squeal

These are the days, when everything feels loose

and nobody’s seen the hint of a noose

The weather it’s fine, should i go for a swim?

“Jump right in”, says the voice, “we’ve been awaiting your skin.”