Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child the barren womb,
Chart where all lost cities are,
And carbon-date the Pharaoh's tomb.
Find a Church that's higher than its steeple,
Or a Government that serves its people,
They leave you and me to be.
If thou canst unravel Nature's pattern,
See that which cannot be seen,
Make a pilgrimage to Saturn,
To discover what her circles mean,
When thou returnest, thou wilt tell me,
Of all the wonders thou wouldst sell me,
My imagination's eye.
For this knowledge I should pay thee,
Such a database were sweet,
Yet do not, for I can't obey thee,
When thou decreest what I should eat,
So ignorant, I'll live in wonder,
Of birds above and fishes under,
Stay on this Earth another day.
Nik Trevallyn-Jones, 1996