
Call me Charlie-Diamond-Dust
Call me Humming with a bird
You should know the spoken word
Is nothing but absurd.
To live is art in every way
Music, poem, dance and play
But in the end it makes no sense
Thus meaning is a great pretense.
But I wouldn't trade this for the stars
The hollow void, is where it all starts
The mystery resides in us
We are the words of God.