Nothing unusual nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario the same old rain
and there's no explosions here

So I dreamt the other day… my dreams, of late, tend to be tepid replay of everyday situations… me queuing up for a movie ticket, minutely observing the dandruff on the shoulders of the guy ahead of me and the likes… but this time, it was different…

Then something unusual something strange
comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
did you see it disappear?

Fuelled by everything on television and a movie I’m in love with (Angels in America), I saw a scene from the film- the scene where Mary Louise Parker’s character talks about souls rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and floating up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joining hands, clasping ankles, and forming a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbing them, and being repaired…
Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of Of O
Tell it like you still believe that the end of the century brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
But then that’s what life is all about isn’t it? It’s about painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and hoping for a better tomorrow…

You know when you've found it there's something I've learned'
cause you feel it when they take it away …
Maybe this is the threshold of revelation…