I was the key
In the k-hole

And the dream
Was a mirage
At the end
Of a Mad Hatter's
Tea party

And I felt amazed

To be the opening

And the closing

To it all

Corporations

Greed

And their prophet-less-ness's

The creeping hand of death curtails

Your control

Looking for it's opportunity

To strike

The fragile line between light

And dark

I can't wait until I know everything

So I can have all the fun with all the world

But do you want to be that?

It could be me

It could be you

It could be some far off unknowns waiting in the wings

It could be the blade of grass
Bending in a far off land
From the wind's
Unpredictably
Complex
Turbulence

It could be the rain
Falling on the pavement
On a street
That you've
Yet
To have roamed

It could be any creature being born

In any dimension that ever existed

It could be before the idea
Of time itself
Sparked into life

It

Could

Be

Anything

Not because we don't remember

What we did

But because we return to being

One with all