From the edges we look out to see what is or not or could it be
that's someone looking in on us and it's not me.

A universe from which we came? or go?
on the edges do we know the answer?
do we jump and fall back to the start?
who then plays the parts of stars we are
yet to reach?

The prayer for lost souls.

teach me that serenity
allow it to flow inside me
and to guide me.

And don't forget the poor old palm tree
it's had such bad press recently,
in haste and quite indecently
the oil barons loot them all.

Too much of too much is too much for me
and I can't see what is nor what could it be
and so I wait complacently
for the World to end