I |
If I lived in another place and time, it was as a Tibetan Monk or Monkette, Now I am one who joins their chant to the Great Enlightened, And I add my Voice in chorus, I, too, believe all things are transitory. I, too, believe it is all an Illusion, SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI |
II |
High above in remote regions of my mind, My Mother, sends a chill up my spine, And orders me to clean the place, She puts me down, Back to Earth, And laughs and laughs. |
III |
So I follow my orders, And try to tune in, The vicious circle revolves and revolves, I try to remember, to remember Which channel the program is on. |
IV |
Then I remembered
the days |
V |
I really know myself inside, It's so wonderful, I can be anything or anyone, And it especially suits my fancy, to be Divine, A Goddess of some kind, Even if I have to impersonate one. |
VI |
All because I want
to be |
VII |
They're so big and strong, So powerful when they shoot up, Shoot up inside of my universe, Light up the Sky. She is the Creator and He is the Destroyer, I dream of his coming Home. |
VIII |
I need Love Extraordinary, |
IX |
Who are these Beings devoid of Individuality, Who are these Beings of my Desire. Justice, Liberty, Charity, These are the Monuments I most admire, I would like to be just like them, But, they tell me I've got personality, And, Who do you think you are, anyway? SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI |