What smug little boxes are our lives With tiny windows latched To shut out the rain; The scorching sun cannot get past the walls The storm lashes futile outside.
You have insurance to protect your future You have measured out your lives in spoons Tasted and appraised the safe pleasures And rejected the possible pains.
Won’t your bubble burst one day? Won’t the storm, the rain and the wind come rushing in? Perhaps then you will discover the endless sky, The clinging earth moistened by rain… The joyous tumult of this uncertain life!
