sometimes I wonder
if I haven't really made a blunder
Really I must have been a radiant Being
happy, easy, and just with lust to wander
and float about in space
and flit between multi-dimensions
And then I think I saw the distant fair
and lights
and rides
and a swirl of emotions and passions
and heard the pipes
and in my naivety
I must have thought:
"What's that?
I must go discover…"
And so I know next
there was an explosion
like thunder
And I went through a tunnel
And in order to see this
world-swirl
of passions and emotions
I had to fumble out of another
And then - hey!
now I know
there's not so much grandeur
as before my blunder
And those people they called my parents
they've been quite clever
they've found a way out
and they've crawled out:
they've stolen the thunder;
and leaving me to work out
how to pull things asunder:
" goodbye son;
turn off the lights
on your way out"
And where am I going to find another explosion
and another tunnel
to get me out of this sandy hovel?
Another mother, another father? -
for all things in reverse
Maybe that's what they call
Time and Death
to get me back
away from my earthy warren
And back to my natural state
as a radiant Being
light and easy, happy to wander
and float about in space
and flit between multi-dimensions
And this time
no matter how much I wander
I hope not to gape in wonder
at the lights and swirls
that I might see yonder