Pandemic Blues

I think I am a banana tree
My trunk is strong and leaves are blossomed
I count monkeys: one two three
Imagine being an opossum

For all I know — the truth is close
My fruits are ready to a harvest
I need some sunny trippy dose
An armored horse, a leather harness

I am a traveler in time
For those who fear what’s the future
There is a punishment for crime
So do it now: b;same mucho

I came through millions of worlds
Remember well what’s love a treasure
I took my rhymes instead of swords
Get ready having pure pleasure

I live my life for love — I swear
No need to lie and fool around
My soul got used to be a bear
No time for rooting to the ground

I am exploring world of news
Fulfilling empty earthly pockets
We like to face pandemic blues
And then to Mars by spacey rockets

My kettle ‘is boiling like a burn
I play too much with fire starter
Come on, dreamboat, now it’s your turn
Don’t bring me nausea, Sartre

Music Video https://youtu.be/y-AdUFL-Uoo?si=VbShX2-RuSnZHdSf