Lava tube
Born in a raging inferno, where torture and torment were rife
I can see the scars of creation, where this passage I walk, came to life

And to walk inside a volcano, in this special magnificent place
It’s a joy to behold liquid rock, frozen in time and space

I imagine the sounds of eruption, the roar of a mountain enraged
Where boulders were floating in lava, where the power of the earth was uncaged

And now so tranquil and silent, a labyrinth of dreams to explore
In a fossilized moment in time, a record of what went before

But dare I look to the future, when the mountain spews fire again
And these tunnels will flow with liquid again, and the sky will host molten rain

When back from his holidays in Spain,
I asked Doug over and over in vain …

What was it like, I enquired
As under volcanos I aspired

But Doug talked about booze instead
As it had clearly gone right to his head

“All I could drink was wine
Because it was only 55cents a time!”


(That’s the account I got lol)

HaHa love it,