Don’t depress over the sad
Who got stuck in this world
They didn’t choose it
But still they lose it
It’s how life goes
No need to confuse it
Just always remember
Not to abuse it

I feel I am stuck
With a bear in my hut
The forest - surrounding
Our friendship - enticing
We sit and drink tea
Like there’s nothing to see
We chat about the weather
and how it could be
There is meaning in absurdity
With insightful profundity
From a grizzly stream
words enter the scene
They're washing right over
The things we don't see

The creative process
is a mysterious deed
No one quite knows
why the mind has this need
To look and to think
and to say what it thought.
To put into context
for those whom it got -
Its Ideas, its Memes
Its articulate streams
Its power, its ability
to hold tight all the seams.
I love this ability
no need for nobility.
Closer to truth
is my final vicinity.

The lives people unravel
The weak ones they stifle
Cruel, but it’s how society works
An algorithm with the precision of clockwork

An algorithm in me
An algorithm in you
Algorithms intermingled
An Allgorithm that's above you
And beneath you
Within you!
Its the definition of existence
as far as we see it.

To put it precisely
The universe is synonymous with Allgorithm

Life is just part of the bigger picture
It's the Milky Way and your diction
Not to forget man-made fiction

Everything
a peace
Of a bigger puzzle
Following set rules
one deriving from the force of the other

If we look deeply
We can get a clue
But theories often fall apart
If the adhesive that's used is glue.

You drive forth what has been driven before you.
You sit in the front seat
for half an inch.
Then the next successful combination overtakes you
and leaves you sitting on a bench.

Wrapped up in a struggling cloud of comprehension
We funnel through a discriminating vortex of environmental interaction
The influence of which is of grievous importance
being the leading criteria for the evaluation of our being