Once I Was a Spore

Once I was a spore Sought the ovary and was accepted Millions of my fellow spores Did not and was washed out as junk A residue of no value I won the highest prize without trying To be given life is luck Had I lost and not known life it would not Made any difference for the spore Not to have seen a sunrise a sunrise over The Pacific Ocean, a mountain high and Rabbits in the Woods Never loved by a woman or the glorious hurt Of the first one who left The softness of her skin the colour of her eyes Yes, I swam in the lake of enchantment Walked near the waterfall where lovers cry All this because I was the lucky one, the victor And so millions had to die