One shot, a spunky little spermatoza,
a fat and shiny human egg,
they meet up for the big rodeo
what they're making, they don't know
Once they get going
it's all about dividing
and multiplying,
and turning into other things
They no longer exist
as seperate entities
they can't explain it,
but they are one
So they float in space
and exit the void
and enter a world
they never made
And then it's a real
strange ride
with nowhere to hide
and the changes
keep coming
a trajectory
like a shooting star
shoot up high
peak in the sky
there's a slow
decline, or a big
bang, or a meek
retreat
and then they
split up again
into tiny little
microscopic pieces
finally invisible
tiny energies
kind of melting
into the infinite sea
make it real
make it real
make it real real