Searching for something I do not know
Dancing to music yet to be composed
Where are the heroes? To send me home
Show me the way to be all I may

What is that whatness in the whatons waiting to be whated?
Can't brace myself for the coming
To know what my evolving self is becoming
Should I fear or should I die?
Do I lie still or stand brave and look into its eyes?

Whatness in thee the of that where whence wet then hiding cat does gaze
Few are the lights in the dark
Do I trust the bright eyes of stray cats
or the lighters lit by a crowd of hobos?

What is this thing constricting me in this invisible ring?
Perhaps the future knocking and my eyes popping
I hope it will be my prime where I'll be rocking
rocking, frolicking, bonking, djs jocking, fingers and tongues locking
in thee the of whatons where whence I find the what of my whatness.