It’s the strangest place we’ll ever go
Where there are things we do, and do not know
A place of mystery and wild deviations
Of fears and joy and dark revelations
One time you find that you are a girl
with a beard and a tutu to twirl
Then you’re in the High Street totally nude
And no one finds this the least bit rude
People you haven’t thought of in ages
Appear at your table or locked up in cages
You may find yourself in familiar places
The next moment you’ve gone for a day at the races
And when we return the memories are clear
But that is does not last very long I fear
Like fireflies at dawn, they slowly diminish
And it’s probably fitting that that’s how they finish