song of we

we are the impossible
we do not exist in every mind
we are the cloak
of darkness
and walk too small
to see our steps
in the gas

from the skytrees
to the snow of ground
from all the birds
who stay so still
and all the eating
chomp chomp chomp
and underneath
and going to town

you are the only one
your own good looks
are such a steal
and if you do not
take it seriously
i may as well
lie down bulldozer