Islands of thoughts

Islands made of thoughts Sank to the sea bottom Flow through the californian stream Chased by a sailor's dream Picked up by a seagull Digested to guano Upon the graveyard Where the angels guard Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Water cold as ice Rhyme covers grass like white carpets But there's no revolting trace of green When the sun appears on the scene Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Truth Truth Truth Truth Where the wind shuffles And the earth picks its card Grew this tiny little roots Admired as delicious fruits Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth Wordly truth