I walked through the fields In the valley of man I peered into pools In which life began The paramecium's Screaming cry To touch the heavens, Or just the feeble sky?
I looked at this life An experiment perverse We are not progress, Just going in reverse
I walked in the fields Among the flowers of flesh and blood I swam through "salvation" To crawl in the flood This is just an ode To life out of the mud We are just flowers, Flowers of flesh and blood