Ok  This  Is So  Weird  For Me, Hold  On 
                                          
 I'M In A Funnel,  I'M In  One  Of  Those 
      Speed Meter Things, I'M Zooming     
      Through, Never Reaching The End     
                                          
 And  Now The  Wind Is  Consciousness And 
 The Funnel  Is My Body - When I'M Inside 
 I  Fail To  See That  I'M All  The  Same 
          Thing, We'Re The Same           
                                          
 One  Winter  Day  I  Think  Year  Twenty 
 Eleven Or  Maybe  Earlier, Possibly Much 
 Earlier,  I Walked Out Alone On The Lake 
 Following    A   Fox   Trail,   A   Thin 
 Snow-Covered  Ice,  A Stupid  Girl,  And 
 The Fox Wraps His Tail  Around  Me, It'S 
 Impossibly  Large, And I'M Burrowed,  It 
       Feels Nice, And That'S That