It is time to move on
but my head’s in the clouds
and the owl beats my heart with his hoo-s.
The doorway is open
I suppose I must go through,
drop down to earth from my clouds.
I’ll climb the ladder
not fly on my own this time,
in tandem with the old wise owl.
No, it’s time to move on,
screw my head back on again
and take a seat at the table of life.