It stretches, restless for life,
In odd dreams it's boldness frightens me,
Then sits impatiently while I dress for work.

It hums truth with the sunrise,
Yearning to leap out when the car stalls,
And lead the homeless man to a warm breakfast.

Boredom is hell and torture,
Serpent strangling sanity, blood bloated brain ,
But the creativity...it will not die.

Chorus:
It will never die, (clap)
It can never die, (clap)
Yes, all that is born will die, (clap, clap, clappety clap)
But the unborn... (raise arms to heaven),  oh my oh my (wave hands), jes heave a sigh (spin around),  no worries honey-pie (exhale sigh), 'cause It will never die!

[repeat with increasing volume and spinning frenzy until you are dizzy].

(long silence.  .   .   .   .  with palms together bow humbly to dharmakaya; the true emptiness of compassion and wisdom).