We're all accidents.
In the end it really doesn't matter We're only here a short time One summer's day We will flutter away Where we go nobody really knows Everyone gets sick of guessing While we are here It seems pretty clear Each of us arrived From out of a mother Each of us Surprised and hungry Maybe babies are angry After their claustraphobic journey Where we are born And too which family Biology and geography Haphazard lives that lead The way our culture's guide us Instructed to take heed Maybe we are all too Easily lead The years on earth When we are breathing and moving Eating, drinking Using our eyes To see what is there Be you on top of a mountain Or hiding beneath a squeaky wooden stair Scared to exhale In case they hear you Gripped by real fear Not the terror produced for entertainment That in Time Can make violence seem tamer To y...