New Things (Lyrics) I craft my line, no haste. Sweet in rhyme, the taste. With keen eyes, I place. Breaking the ribbons, I race. Brand new words, quantum embrace. Mayan end time, mythical parlay. Shadows in trembe, I sway. Lost in fabric, spacial display. Racing embracing circles, I play. Sparktackular, brand new words hurray! Mystic, urban one may say. Built, imaginary defined concave. Flower, blooming firework away. Darkness, light spark today. Tack-ful, an artful mayday. Flare, ular worry per-say.