Cuba TM - Schneider TM

I want to figure out

What the future is about

Are we going to stay the same

Or will we change our shape?

Because of acid-rain

Because of too high gain

Cast our skins

Covered by a thin membrane???

To let the sound come in

To let the bowels spin

To let love come in???

And we could use the sloughed skin as raincoats…

As saturn bursts through the sky

Our arms would spin like windmills

Our bodies refuse to fly…