• How should I feel once the seed has been planted?
    When inside me grows something too young
    And yet too old for me to know?

    Out of the corner of my intuition
    I see the world standing,
    And out of myself I beg my soul to go.

    But I've checked, and you know what?
    My clock is still ticking
    People keep laughing
    Things keep living.

    Business becomes undone,
    Love--unclean.
    People keep seeing
    What it is they want to see.
    This cycle's unending.

    Life is nothing, but is everything,
    And I've come to suspect
    That that's what the world means.