I Have Been Floated

I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would affect that will not remain
A light shines through a little hole the hole’s inside somewhere
The spiracle’s obedience it is true, I swear
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would affect that will not remain
If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would affect that will not remain