In the beginning…
We were standing at the great world navel
And no one asked us why.
We thought they would.
It was the great world navel.
And we noticed it to be an outtie.
So we poked at it with a pointed stick
and when it burst we thought we were dead
or at least in a bunch of trouble.
Then much to our surprise,
we had already died, so to speak.
And this was our last fit of wasted glory.
When would come our great sleep?
We thought we had been men
–men with muscles.
This we found would be one of our biggest mistakes.
In the middle…
The days turned into the past. One sun/one moon
rose and fell; this tumbling became known as time
–the self important one. We set our clocks by it.
But time was a ticking time bomb with hands
pointing right at us. So, we dared to point right back.
This was not such a great idea. Damn pre-Madonna.
As things turned out, from that day forth,
time decided not to be on any ones side.
And this we found would be one of our biggest mistakes.
In the end…
We rode off into the night and no one watched us leave.
There were no fanfares, no fare-thee-wells, no palm leaves.
We were glad to go. We left nothing behind except for that
one suitcase with our toothpaste, our change of underwear,
one set of binoculars, and all the cash we had in the world.
And this, we would find, would be one of our biggest Mistakes.