It’s a sphere And the atoms are unbound The fabric is loose There’s not a sound It’s a sphere Where no life has been yet And all faces are unformed Looking out and drawing Their spaces uniform The suns and all the shapes Buried in the realm of possible Probable Maybe-esque In the future But there’s no past Because even light doesn’t travel Everything is formless Everything is tasteless Before You were born And before I was born

Living What for? Asks the woman Looking at the dead body of her child Living What for? What is your answer Sun Moon and Earth What are our answers Human Kinds And kindred souls Whose minds Worked so well Played the roles Why is that for? Do we need more More of those tears Mankind Manmean Where is the future We have to offer To our own Child Masters Cry no more, Mother Cry no more I will smother Your tears With laughter And kiss you Until You smile I want to see Your face lig