I may never know why I’m here
(not “here” in my computer chair)
but here in intangible self
what are the chances that I’d be me?
but I’m here, I can see easily
and I seem to be tangible….see?
It seems to be magic and good
a message of hope understood
we embrace the faiths of our choice
but I think that they speak the same voice
without faith in the great master plan
why bother so much about man?
We’re out here floating in space
dizzy, we circle, then circle again
and then a magnificent circle when
we think circles end
without that faith to hold tight
we cause harmony of circular flight
If any of these spinning orbs drop
from hatred and evil and bombs,
I think I’ll just mosey along……………………..(whistling nervously)