Perspective is reality
I sat contemplating my life
I dreamed of great fortune
Of beautiful women on my arms
When I was struck on the head by an acorn
An acorn from a great oak tree
Struck me on my head so soundly
The light thump echoing in my ears

I didn't conjure images of gravity
I didn't think in rates of change
I didn't hypothesize terminal velocity
Or in nature how science reigns
I didn't believe this moment kismet
I didn't imagine in algebraic terms
I didn't comprehend in physics
No science did this little nut affirm

Not miraculous, no calculus, no trigonometry
No differentials, exponentials, no divine symmetry
Approaching limits, I'm a cynic, nor solid geometry
I simply saw some nature, just a nut from an oak tree

The earth did not shatter with new theory
No new mathematic principle was born
All I thought was, "Stupid Nut!"
As I stared at this one tiny oak acorn

I make monsters in my basement
Horrific to behold
Titanic in their tyranny
With guns pointed at my foes

Monsters I tell you!
My chainsaw bladed army of the night
I will destroy your lands
Your destruction, my delight

Winged freaks with jutting fangs
Multi-colored ravenous dogs
Attaching to each other for greater strength
CRASH!

"Jesus Christ, Michael!" My mother shouts
As she gingerly removes the lego from her foot
"Get your *** upstairs for dinner!"

See you later, my monster friends
But rest assured I will come back
I think it's time for nation-building
And to create castles to attack

You never judged me for my two left feet
Your smile kept me on the dance floor
You teased me about my discomfort
But always ended with encouragement
We held each other close as the world faded
While you taught me how to dance