A poem I found on this topic:
Twenty twelve poem
Twenty twelve is within reach
I don’t wanna rave or manic street preach
But the new agers doom date is looming
And the Mayan end point is zooming.
Now they’re calling it Ascension
Breakthrough to the nth dimension
A mighty change – can you feel it?
If you gotta problem, just heal it.
Your body’s just a vehicle – not you!
Makes you think about what you do
Makes you wonder who you are
If your body’s just like a bike or a car.
If you read this stuff straight it stinks
If you’re stoned you’ll be making more links
If you’re totally outa your head
You won’t care if you’re alive or dead.
Can you hear the gurgling, feel the grime
2012 is getting closer, the plughole of time
There’s a pull, there’s a whirling confusion
A shattering of each long-held illusion.
The projection screen we call reality is tearing
It’s time to be earth-shattering, daring
Time to change, to risk, to let it all rip,
Give yourself what you want, that baby, that trip!
Get it while you can, my lovelies, you lot
They may all be right or even if not,
You’re going to die anyway, it’s all a game
Live out your dreams, that’s why you came.
By Jan Maloney
