THE HEREAFTER

How many clowns would fit into a toy car in the hereafter?

Imagine them piling in, imagine the laughter

We search for poltergeists in a darkened room

Will there be space enough for them to bloom?

We wake in a world of make believe, as we hover between

What is seen and unseen

We scan and map the brain
And enter into that mysterious terrain

Human consciousness is a mystical thing
Held together by one invisible string

We look out at the heavens from a darkened room

Will there be space enough for us to bloom?

How many clowns would fit into a toy car in the hereafter?
Imagine them piling in, imagine the laughter