There is joy in empty spaces,
there is light in silence,
there are holes poked
in every endless night.
There is no end to orange soda.
There is no end to orange soda.
There is no end to the orange
in the orange soda.
Every sea your drowning in
has got some room for fish.
Every height you are falling from
has got its share of gulls.
There is no end, no end my friend
to the orange soda, and the root beer.
There is no end to the orange
in the orange soda.
All the ice you're slipping on?
His brother melted on your tongue,
his cousin plays with penguins.
He sparkles as he melts.
The people who have tripped you,
have had your bruises on their knees.
The people who mislead you,
they have merely lost their maps.
And when the lights go out,
you may stay put, or be glad
that you've never been closer
to leaving the dark behind.
But there is no end to orange soda.
There is no end to orange soda.
There is no end to orange soda.
Your contribution
to the threats of this world
is nil, naught and zed.
They'll weep for you at funerals;
save your tears for then.
-e.
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