I used to be worried,
That I wouldn't remember,
What I wanted to write down,
And of this and that,
And the Unknown,
But now I know the Unknown,
The place where it stops,
Where life's one big contradiction,
And evolution revolution doesn't exit,
The man with chainsaw arms,
I saw in my window as a kid,
Resembles the manifestation,
Of the Unknown,
It keeps going on though,
And life is one big . . .
The evolution is built in
And seldom shows incarnate.