Round and round we go
Those who know
Or those who just flow
We’re all struggling rats trying to get round this infernal
maze
Yet it’s the same maze – we all have the same DNA, and we nearly
all follow similar paths, similar problems, similar doubts.
And we all face the same end. Scientist, evangelist, Farage or Tony Benn –
we’ll all be gone. Whatever empire,
dynasty, body of work or child we leave behind, we won’t know about it. Sorry, spiritualists.
So here we are, and then we go.
Albert Einstein
Or just Joe Blow.
A cosmic voyage from the heart of a star to the heart of
Crawley, Hearts are won then hearts are lost, but we exit as we came in –
alone. Well , apart from the trillions
of bacteria hitching a ride. The poor
will not inherit the Earth – that’ll be bacteria. Come asteroid or plague, we will be gone, but
those wee lads will soldier on.
And the cycle re-boots.
On and on, and round and round.
A perfect circle.
And the lost are found.
