Mad as a hatter but what does that matter When being becomes me? I am poetry As you we two and any of the many Who overcome the limits of the past We who become the many of the any To come to become then who go free at last From tears to hereafter through laughter somehow Overcoming then by becoming now Being and becoming and coming to be When we are in tune with the moon in the blue Night bright as noon and with daylight coming soon Being becomes us to be you and me Two more morning stars who know then what to do When we are poetry and now breaks through The wall of what was to what is me and you As what will be when we are poetry +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII