where am i, this beautiful place earth
and yet still
a citizen of a better home, cleansed
I wonder was he
there, The dark, at life’s first cry.
‘Twas eve, afterall.
This complete life
Has been about nothing
But having it all
Ripped away and pulled out from under
Glorious arms and legs
Never getting a free ride from
The orange-striped vehicle of my choice
And it goes on forever
Faster, slower, stop, again