Chameleon Magazine

I was born of nothing, and nothing ever was.

I think if there was nothing, we would not have a cause.

The dreams — they came from nowhere, a funny place to be.

I think I heard it humming — that sunny bumblebee.

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I dreamed of things that could have been,

And dreams of things I might have seen.

What mixed-up thoughts of times gone by —

And nothing.

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And nothing happened: a bang, a flash,

A burst of light, a sudden crash.

I flew into the sky so fast,

A soul unmoored, a child outcast.

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Now I’m on a journey — a journey to somewhere.

I wonder where I’m going, and when I’ll get there.

The time flies by, the past draws near;

We’ve travelled through the stratosphere.

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Sometimes we try to understand,

And what we seek is in our hand.

The darkness gone, the light is here —

We’ve travelled through the stratosphere.

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There is no God — there’s only light,

And you can’t see Him in the night.

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There’s something else that we can’t see;

I think it is the bumblebee.

With darkness gone, the light will shine,

If only we could pierce through time.

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I know he’s here, I know he’s near —

He’s travelled through the stratosphere.