Mystery Cloud

Eyes like a satellite

Fills the sky,

With a mystery cloud

Why would these fantasies

Now i know there is no, nowhere to go

Eyes in the dead of night

Cries like a hand on the fire

Why would this send for me

You know

There's no, new way to go

Everybody should do in their lifetime,

Sometime,

One, is to consider death.

To observe skulls and skeletons

And to wonder what it would be like to go to sleep, and to never wake up, ever.

That is the most- is a very gloomy thing for contemplation.

But it's like manure,

Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on.

So as the contemplation of death, and the acceptance of death

Is very highly generative of creative life.

You get wonderful things out of that