They say that only words can rhyme
I hear that everywhere and all the time,the time that the creator took
to write the pages of the world within his book
and I have tasted rhymes in nature,true
It's what I feel and what I do.

the ocean deep can keep its blue and green in submarine
the conch shell with its sound of bells can like the rings of Saturn
bring us to a place
a space inside our space
I asked, is this all that we could see
and answered
if you could only be
the expansion of the universe another stretch,a rhyming verse
but if expanding
how outstanding, I exclaim

but
what is it outside this universe that we push aside to enter in
and where does this thing that we push aside begin
or does it not and never end
does it glide on the decay of moons from many moons that died before
and if it does what does it mean
what is life for?

On a star so far away,so long ago
someone knew
someone who I never knew but they knew me
and they could see that even then the time would come when men like me would ask these sorts of questions
and what of them
who were these men that climbed those mountains out in space
did they face the questions that we do
is that how they knew
how could we learn
how could we not?
this Earth is all we've got
and look at it
we've turned it into a pile of..have you seen the wars and ******* pouring out and dripping down the walls..
..of heartaches and in meal breaks we have never had it as good as what we had and knock on wood
which does no good at all
let's fall into the fires in monasteries and pray to gods of other times

but we are just lines in rhyming tales
ships with sails
and wings that never fly
beyond it all we are
we are
we are and could be
if we bothered to open up our eyes the lies that we have never told, the stores we bought and never sold, the age old thing
we are exactly what we bring and take away
each and every day we get further and further away from what we want and still we want some more
what is it if this life's not for
a betterment
we are not lees or sediment we
we
we
are the fruits
the shoots from which we spring
what do we bring?
and tell me if you can
if we are sentient and man
who are we?