Ode to the Butter-Bee

Some they say, we're forged from clay.

With the breath of a God in our passageway.

And a man, he said we're from a big bang a thousand years away.

As I glance through the folds and turns,

I'll be lost and then found in an empty urn.

But till then come dance, knowing you were stories from a Sun.

Because we're all the same anyway,

You might be a King or a slave.

Because we all float out in the end.

Into the ether my friend.

Some the say that we're not the first,

We're a drop in the Ganges, 

for Shiva has destroyed a million earths.

To the done, i'll go at a heart-beat speed.

I know I'm a corpse,

When the rocks stop rolling out their course.

Because we're all the same anyway,

From the Gods to the dogs in the shade.

Because we all float out in the end.

I feel a darkness my friend.

Sunlight please stay, through morn of May.

Let the drugs and the past and the future tie, to help me die.

But we're all the same anyway,

You might be a king or a slave.

Because we all float out in the end.

We float like purple emperors, my friend.