Milky honey is a delight
In the morning I may gulp a litre
And as oft as I may wish
bitter gall my choice may be.
In your world, its the birds that fly
Where I am, its the snails that soar
More than once in gleeful gliding
I rode the snail shell to Jordan.
Let the cosmos crush
I have nothing to lose
Call my world a cocoon
To me, Jupiter is but a speck.