There inside the old grove of surrealistic trees
Is an inscrutable mystery flowing like the breeze
In a quiet whispered voice that touches us all
Is the inner most memory we all wish to recall
Back into the faded black stretched before memory
When we crept out of the ooze as a part of one family
Before we learned how to hate and to wage war
I think in some of these gains, we lost a little more
But then again, maybe all or a lot of this is necessary sorrow
Steps along the way as we reach into out new tomorrows
How did we forget all the best of things we learned in kindergarten?
How did we forget that wrongs and slights can be pardoned?
Oh I get this inscrutable memory is a thing we pardon in obscurity
Still, it’s answer is the key we need most for our human family