When it comes directly to mind
You have not considered closely the implications of your thinking
Which brain cells guided by whose sensory organs
You must find out to be sure that your intentions are not only pure
But guided by great reason
The spiritual home of all of our hopes and screams
Living together in divergent union
Shackled together by the law, words written down, enforced
Elected! Regulator: make me do as I bid
Thank you.
I appreciate the way it all unfolds
Like a bed from the wall
Murphy, a legal scholar
Something about going wrong
Confident, certain, fatal
As with every beginning
Describes the way it feels
It being everything
Because there is a snake on the path
Telling you not to take another step
But you're going
Hearing never mattered
It was too dramatic to use that sense
Taste was the easy one
Smell inevitable, again
Eternal return key, space bar, oxygen
Can we meet again, on Mars?
After we wake up from the hundred year sleep
When all is converged and we are ancients
Because forever is the only place worth dying for
Or that's what I read somewhere
Or maybe that's what it said on that inscription
On those graves
Tautological, no?
Or were they prepared before the passing away?
I'm going back the other way
Where we came from had fewer cold blooded animals, didn't it?
Or maybe it's time to sit down
Or stop wondering what the other options might be. Yes.
Roman Ryan 