Here we are:
children at the Big Party,
having our moment in the sun,
our piece of the action,
till our bodies give way
and we are called home.
We’re one big, not-always-happy family,
given life and breath by an eternal parent
we dearly long to know.
Now we have our one shot at it,
our one time to be a conscious part
of this ongoing cavalcade.
It’s not a free and easy trip.
We have to live with pain as well as pleasure,
temptation as well as promise,
loneliness as well as love,
fear as well as hope.
We have to live inside a coat of skin,
wrapped up in drives difficult to control
and dreams difficult to achieve.
And though we are the guests of honor,
we don’t get to set the time of the party or its place,
nor are we consulted about the guest list.
This is our time, and there really is just one question:
What are we going to do with it?