Most of space is a very dark place
Glittered among the vastness, a trace
Burning into existence, our grace
Cooling into the desolate, or a raindrop upon our face
Consciousness now are we
choosing what we want to see
Choosing what we want to be
Doing everything, except listening
In the world of the unseen
The queen of snakes takes you below
There in your darkness you'll get to know
The work you have to save your soul
If your quest is ignorance or games of chance
There are plenty of side roads along the way
Be free to stay and play but beware
To not know one's soul is to have to place to go
Other than the great big nets, set down by mischievous puppets.
