Here I lie to join the feast
As a food for the approaching beast
Light is gone when the day is done
And I wail for the madness to come
What is this wreck of a body I owe!
My form is of tiny seeds
Containing news galaxies
That’s spread through all cerebral energy flow
Oh! It’s like I’m too much to be
Held in that vessel
Compressed and stifling
I try to leap out to reach
For the outer space
Am I a matter of soul?
Or multiplied complexity of all sense
Can I exist if body’s done?
Maybe as form of virtual whirl ups
Something comes interrupting me
That’s the pain from the muscles getting stiff
And I’m back to the normal, oh no!
What is there left of the self that I was?
Is my form of tiny seeds
Containing new galaxies
Can I tell for sure that it’s me
Who’s writing this song?