My weary mind wanders like a slick slime Mold
The bleary grind ponders how time got so Old
An eternal bind planning for the future, so Bold
As HuMankind is panning the universe for Gold
So I sit here and stare at the ceiling fan above
Wondering if the action means pushing Shove
Conundrums in thee heart as tight as a Glove
Hypertensive fluttering but all you need is Love
And Round and round we Go
And Deja Vu again you Know
Be a fun guy time for the Show
My ceiling fan persists to Blow
I’m Microdosing lots of life
Hide the kids and the wife
Father time’s sharp knife
Confide in god zero strife
There’s got to be more, as a fact of matter
As a universal spore still persists to scatter
Panspermia comet brought the baby batter
As My ceiling fan spins, my pupils grow fatter
Where’d it all begin?
And How the hell are we alive?
Apple snakeskin sin?
A Bad screenplay to contrive
So many sacred lessons to be learned
Before the final court is to be adjourned
But Don’t worry the witness hasn’t Sung
The Corrupt Jury will remain forever Hung
Mystical Manna for your mind Carl Jung?
Or just a bunch of Beetle’s chasing Dung?
Either way it’s a long strange trip
And I know you don’t really drink
But maybe just take one little sip
My ceiling fan will make you think