The universe is a jungle
You can go round and round
In a circle that never ends
Or you can go in a pure straight line
That never ends

It’s the mind that will have to change
or the mind will trip over its own mind-set
Like over a box of wooden blocks
Tipped out on to the floor
And it will have to have a mind reset

When this I done you will see
That the universe is a jungle
There are tiny angels amongst the tree leaves

You’ll wonder how far the journey is
But it will never end
You’ll look for a schedule
But your steam train keeps driving through the trees
And you’ll never Wake up