PIKE
Written by Perttu 'Cir' Mäkelä.

I stab my spear into ground,
collapse behind it,
reach my hand,
grab a handful of dreamberries.

Dreamberries into mouth,
who cares about a little mess?
Stretch onto the grass,
melt into sweet softness.

Dreamberries, dreams,
dreamberries, Now,
dreamberries, no memories,
dreamberries, ...Vaya...

Sweet dream, sweet Vaya,
I don't want to remember!
There's only Now,
Now, where I live.

Somebody laughs,
"Good old Pike"
I laugh too,
it's me, it's me!

Skot and Krim, my loves,
carrying me into our den,
throwing me onto the furs,
joining me...

Dreamberries,
rolling in furs,
that's life, that's Now,
that's me.