In the garden we blame the serpent
So women the snake they fear
When really it is the servant
For those that have ears to hear
The snake like the Divine feminine
A fear to be overcome
Like the plucking of the pelican
To make a nest for her young
So maybe we’ve outgrown our skin
Rebirth again, and again
A never ending cycle
Transition is insightful
Until the day we die
We shed our skin and fly
So the snake it doesn’t scare me
But it does sort of have its place
And I wish you would get the hell out of my car
And stop looking me in the face
Sunning himself up on the dash
And then running off and hiding
I know he’s in here, I’m gonna crash
If I can’t find him before I’m driving
Yeah my car’s got a little rattle
And I can’t seem to find it
Everybody says to burn it or junk it
But I don’t really mind it