True objectivity, may ironically just truly be, an absolute impossibility
Naturally we, I mean you, and me, aren't meant to dispute, but just be
So I ask you this.....
Mr. Religious Zealots
Ignorant sure Atheists
God fearing humans
and lost little Sheople
Shall we chase bliss...?
waste time being jealous
Wrongfully hate Sadists
? if this show is Truman's
And bow at the Steeple?
Would you want to see a movie, after someone tells you the whole plot
and also ruins and spoils the ending and whether there may be a sequel
Rhetorically I set you free from any obligatory answer or real thought
50-50 roll the credits please, Steven is finally even, we are now equal
So now that we are eye to ear and you can appropriately cry and hear
Lets choose to make those tears of beauty, laughter, joy,love and cheer
So for all of you who still claim to know
Wearing a suit the exact same
Human carcass as me and Joe Schmoe
Representing a various name
Swimming up stream fighting the flow
Playing this same exact game
Leading to that question of where we go
Fluffy clouds, or eternal flame
I have but seven things left to say
And YOU, may, even heed this as advice
Relativity is related in every way
But as far as we know, we don't live twice
Of course, I question if we have an everlasting soul
But the real question should be...what's the rush?
Lets enjoy this beautiful blue and green toilet bowl
And ride that wave right until the very last flush
It's Easy to take all of this for granted, poetry is pure and free and for me
it'is a seed that's best when planted,cosmically in two ears,not US, but WE
