shouldn't we all be happy as kings,
our hearts open?
For those who've loved was there ever doubt?
Help them now and always.
We've seen so much and gone so far.
A real education.
A fish stirs under the water.
We . . . must . . . stop . . .
Still, it would be kind of nice
to wonder, create friendships now
as from where we came:
Happy days, the same language.
Somewhere a person,
someone to share the delicate moon.
A million miles away from the past.
A new establishment.
But you know it's not forever,
this madness, carefully kept.
So all power to a bright future,
short and precious.
Above all things, I still can't think of anything
except that we surely seem to be free now,
we've carried on to new experiences.