Inside an old store room I find myself standing
in front of a pile of dusty old books
I think this is called the Akashic Library
with historical accounts of a person's past lives
I leap at the chance to know more about me
and to the first page of the book do I start
and there do I see my very first life
4 billion years ago into the past
Between the pages, the words and all of the letters
and the spaces between them I find myself fall
until do I see my own self emerge
from an ocean of strands, of yellow and gold
From the Sea, from the Sea
and from out of the Ocean
I come onto land and look all around
but no other life has even been born
onto this Earth, except for me?!
