Garden of Eden

Where for art though

But in our backyards,

From open green fields,

To the highest mountains

To the devil's golf course,

And the deepest oceans,

We are still here.

Yet we have been duped

For over 2000 years

Into believing

We were kicked out

Of this magical place,

By deceit, death and destruction,

Made to feel like aliens

From another planet,

Always searching and searching

For the garden of paradise,

Led by the nose

Like blind mice,

Around and around and around,

Walking, running, running, walking,

Yet going nowhere,

For how could we ever leave this garden

Unless we leave the planet?