Chimney of Dreams

Stranger things than black panthers crawl out of my mind's chimney.
The stadium goes wild with memories of long walks in grandpa's forest.
State of the art, can you navigate your way into my heart?

This is where I find the storm in the tea cup.
I'm pushing a broom into space,
Until the clouds come crashing online.

I don't mind eating alone in the dark chambers of your absence.
As long as the aroma of undeserved favor kisses first.