There was no way
To put Him back together again.
Who could say,
Could give away what happened here?
Something about the boundaries changed.
You've lost your face, but it's ok.
(To come, to go – the flow is the same.)
Fall into wonderland,
Follow Mr. Kite.
Find the ocean in the sand,
Flow with the tide.
(What "glory" means, I know:
In 'absense', we'll only find change.
As summer fades,
Autumn takes its place.)
The lights are dimmed; a marquee dark.
The final act about to start.
Before the stage fills up with life,
A few last words from Mr. Kite:
"You are a wave in the ocean,
An expression of the sea.
You came from your self,
You'll disappear back into me."
Something about perspective changed:
To exist is to celebrate.