Am I prequel or sequel?
Do I come before or return again?
And then was when?
Eating this ice cream cone
The issue seems remote
Was or wasn’t I far less enticing
Than plain old vanilla
My friend claims life only slightly random
We’re all experiments in a cosmic lab
No more individual control
Than a dead mole of its future hole
And if we glimpse the big picture
We won’t feel so small
Just part of a part of something so great
We will always fail to imagine it
Tonight I’m not so sure
The lab director seizes my arm
Says I’ll start a new experiment
If you don’t recognize me
See you soon