Life like sushi

What if there was no beginning of which to speak

No Adam and Eve

Would you believe?

No dawn of time

No creation of mankind

No start line in a race to the mountain peak

No job for god to complete in a week

What if neither egg nor chicken

was first at existin?

Both arrived together

Neither born from feather

What if our souls are like coloured plates

On a sushi bar that constantly rotates

Our value implied by the colour we are?

Well that’s not stretching the truth very far!

Perhaps like the beginning there is no end in sight

This certainly feels like my plight

Maybe death is not an end

Just takes you back around again

And again

Where she stops nobody knows

Maybe life does not stop only goes

To living there would be such simplicity

Because we’d all be powered by electricity

A man we think has just passed on

Has simply to a a green plate gone

Is actually now in the form of a prawn

Wrapped in seaweed and rice

How nice

Plodding on with so much frustration

Not knowing  you have to eat yourself to reach actualisation

And even then when you are full

You’ll have the sad realisation

That you are just a cannibal

What if the rotation suddenly ceased

Froze?

Maybe creation will eventually fall

To a powecut bringing an end to us all

Plates toppling into each other

The screaming of raw fish for his cucumber mother and his bubble tea brother

The population all in a muddle, all mixed

Watching the tumbling of chopsticks

The entire world stuck on a sushi bar bend

Would that be for mankind

The beginning of the end?