by John Yau

A blue and green city, with the sun rising behind it, just not swiftly enough

Don’t worry about being perfect. Just make sure you have some juice left in the pump

I have many other remedies on hand, not just history’s bags of sumptuous soot

Hello, I am beauty’s representative; I work in the self-improvement sector

Don’t worry about being perfect. Just make sure you have some juice left in the pump

How do you see yourself on the material plane of observed 
phenomena

Hello, I am beauty’s representative; I work in the self-improvement sector

Have you ever been sideswiped by a bad investment in love

How do you see yourself on the material plane of observed phenomena

You might need a reevaluation, an estimate, or an era to expire

Have you ever been sideswiped by a bad investment in love

Before you decide that you are nothing more than a clump or splatter

You might need a reevaluation, an estimate, or an era to expire

Have you learned how to remove yourself from every mirror you pass

Before you decide that you are nothing more than a clump or splatter

Let me tell you about the palm trees on the horizon of your future

Have you learned how to remove yourself from every mirror you pass

A blue and green city, with the sun rising behind it, just not swiftly enough

Let me tell you about the palm trees on the horizon of your future

I have many other remedies on hand, not just history’s bags of sumptuous soot