2015 08 15
We drive the endless winding road of life
over bridges of hope, through swirling fog
of uncertainty, on the endless search
for paradise we must invent, to savor
one day of peace in the garden of fruit,
talking with the ones we love, while the Earth
spins our heads till we laugh, dizzy with joy,
then fall asleep and disappear forever,
our souls a flickering flame in the vast
and limitless dream of the universe.
There is no meaning in this world of hunger,
so we gather food and prepare a meal,
then feed each other while we sing our tales,
and celebrate the miracle of birth.