Life serves us a healthy number of heartbeats, That nourish us on our different paths, A magic soup diluted by teardrops, With a bu*ternut squash thrown in for laughs, - There's a theory to everything, So let freedom reign wherever it goes, Reality supplies us with selected suppositories, And God bless the child who has his own, - All aboard the Capricorn One, To the fourth rock past the sun, Yet no matter where we try to escape to, We hold the baggage of where we're from, - This Earth is forever spinning, Revolving with a reasoned grace, So yesterday will always find tomorrow, If it looks within the right place,