The metaphysical reasons have forced I,
to embark on a perilous journey.

Tis why? the question I ask myself;
repeatedly in fact, to others surprise,
for they cannot fathom the reason of such;
quite expected, I think, though it shouldn't be left to mistrust;

The question quite simple, in language and clarity;
has an ephemeral reasoning,
"The audacity! I say, to think of ourselves,
as beings imbued with the power of gods!
Yet they wouldn't care; they'd simply dismiss,
eschew reason, in their folly amiss."

But they wouldn't understand, they wouldn't care,
they would only mistprise to forswear.
They're fools, says my mother;
her reasoning, quite appeasing, over all others'.

I do think at times, quite deeply in fact
that the funny little beings of this world react,
to the little logical reasoning opposed to their beliefs
who is to tell them'
that their little reasoning fails;
in all their expositions.

The merry little world,
with all its merry residents
the oppressors of the regime, are truly them in fact,
the reasoning I present is simple, laced with tracts,
and history is germane to the lawlessness of the rules,
the dictionaries, so very hard to overrule.