Whatever

Holy moly!
Its Mister Bowley.
Where's the goalie?
He's in the net.
If you can you score without an oar,
Then pray for rain
The kind that doesn't stain.
If you can't see it,
Pray for pain.
It's the only feeling that might feel.
It will grab you when
You take a pill.
There will be no salvation,
Only questions.
Look upward and outward.
The stars beckon.
Eternity calls
The call - so small.
You might not hear it.
Eternity calls.