The Endless Dream of Humanity

by Jerry Ratch


I may have walked across the sacred line 

That separates me from the rest of mankind 

But I already paid my dues 

So, what club do I get into? 


When I wake up 

And the wild rain of dreaming


I discover that 

Guilt is just another four-letter word 

With extra baggage 


And there are so many 

Streets without a city out here 

On a map without a name 

That suddenly I'm on the inside 

Of the Endless Dream of Humanity 


And Cataclysm is a bustling city 

Right across the river from Orgasm 

Somewhere in Oregon 

Until the shivers return