We See the Light

When we’re born, it’s then we see the Light After travelling squashed and so malformed Through a tunnel like those fairground frights With no-one else to keep us well informed No bus stop,no rail station,no train track There’s only one direction, which is out The walls themselves gyrate behind our back Some are struck and stuck by fearsome doubt The head is squeezed, the brain protests with fear The body’s like a fish stuck in a spout Here there are no fall back engineers No drain inspector, plumber to call out. Yet by luck or fortune most emerge To light a-dazzle and to love amazed