Sent down as a soul
In a sad sack of skin
Destined to wither:
Can I get an explanation?

Sent as a soul
In a sad sack of skin
Destined to feel:
Can I get an amen?

Lost keys to the car
Lost keys to the piano of your heart
Is it all the same
To this merciless buffing of the spirit?

God’s slips of sandpaper
Wandering with sledgehammers
Smashing hearts and egos
Call them people for now

The Cheshire Cat smiles
As I rest at his post, weary
Confused at the signs at the fork in the road…
“Keep Playing” or “Keep Playing”