Never to have been hadn’t hurt

Once caused to exist you are stuck inside

A world of wonder and of dirt

Beauty doesn’t compensate for pain

See the flowers in the mud

Supposed to bring joy into someone’s life

Never act in such a way

That somebody dies as a consequence

This will happen by the way

Should ever you decide to procreate

Today a dancer, tomorrow comes cancer

Your children see you perish and die

Never to have been hadn’t hurt

We don’t pre-exist and wait in line

In order to come to the earth

transitions from limbo into life

Procreation means to prolong

An unfolding story of self-deceit

Nobody wanted to exist

Once you are there you’ve got to stick to it

Yesterday’s dancer, today has cancer

Sees his children come and stand by

You told your children you would care

But as of today you’re no longer there

Never to have been hadn’t hurt

All the flowers ending in the dirt

Written 2016-03/This version recorded 2023-03-06