Where did you come from, babe? I wanna know
I wanna go on an expedition
To find all the gold you left there as a child
The gold which dripped from your skin
The skin you used to live in
The skin you shed to take your physical form

To join the walkers of the waking world
To pry open oysters in search of pearls
To live and to die and to stare at the sky and to kiss a few girls

To suffer and to feel joy
To pretend you’re a cowboy
To bask in the waves and swim in the rays and to destroy

To confuse and to abuse
To fake your love and to read the news
To see who you’d be if you lived in a city
And to call a few truces to see if it reduces the need to make excuses and practice tying nooses

Remember where you came from, babe
And the words to your silent prayer
When the time comes, you’ll save the say
As long as you remember how to get there

Expedition

Sam Morisson