Fluttering haplessly, still we fall
through life after life,
ever deafened by the call
of the next plane of joy and strife.
We laugh and cry,
scarcely remembering
that we've lived and died
a thousand times before this dream.
Wake to a new world,
young and naive once more.
Slowly realize the good and evil
present in all lives before.
Remember nothing, change nothing,
live, love, and die in obscurity.
Perhaps a glimmer of you will linger,
to guide those who still sleep.
