There are too many of us. That's plain to see. We all believe in praying. For our immortality. We've posed these questions to our children. Across the mountain stream. And live in tiny houses. Of the same mistakes we've made. Cause there are too many of us. In tiny houses here and there. Passing out somewhere. But you won't care. There are too many of us. That's plain to see. We all believe in praying. For our immortality. For a moment I was dislocated. My terror on the loop elsewhere. Flashing lights are vacating. On the big screens everywhere. There are too many of us. In tiny houses here and there. All looking through the windows. On everything we share. We pose these questions to our children. Leave the mountain stream. And live in tiny houses. Of the same mistakes we make. There are too many of us. Oh that's plain to see. All living in tiny houses. About our immortality