#PeopleAreNOTcrazy #ItsJustMe #InsaneInTheMembrane

FOR, WHAT IT IS is NOT WORTH A THING, JUST AWAKENED to NO THINGS
You must be kidding for some reason, why I don't know right now but I will to see light, a hero
It's quite dark inside of the casket or the womb, therefore I am the cosmic dust of a blue moon
Funny yet serious, like the happy, blown atomic matter from the star above, the big One, sun
Common denominator for the equation is One, it's all over the One, itself one more than zero.

Punks mirror the images in the water and the ice without regret, it's a love song to be the best
To be or not to be is not the only question, why we got here for nothing is a solipsistic inquiry too
Yet the words won't explain the connundra, these mysteries remain from pre-Socratic to Trump
Now, regression is progression & membrane ends never justify the means, we are in the dump.

Where the star's above cover us in a blanket of mystery, unknown darkness is friendly to Nothing
What I am and what you are may be the same thing but we all return to the maker of the Thing
Itself can be a rogue atom, a thing like the first man, Adam, sounds similar, exactly correct man
Sitting down, laying down, tired yet wide awake, motion of the moon and oceans, all too human.

Junk filling up the yard so men & my women can hang around, alive & not yet dead to the world
Joy's gone, fleeting the moment it arrived, WE was all there was to It, big bad boy & good l'il girl
Old man roamed from the Earth to the Sea & found the Thing, you know the Thing, an original sin
Become the hunter & prey at one and the same time, to be or not to be is God's faking question.

Don't get me wrong but you know you will, just be there at the end but what the end is, is nothin'
Wound up like a baby in a wet diaper & no language's scream, too wet to see love of the vermin
Fools' assasins cannot be jerked around forever, we've got to have a reprieve, retweet tweet chIt
Function of equation, 40 days & 40 nights deserted, flyin' high allstars of a black sky's divine skit.

Danced to the music, drag raced the fastest hotrods to the bridge, I always win, just passin' thru
Miracle of the First Cause is not the subject of the inquiry, it's the creation that came afterwards
To be or not to be in the dance with the men and monsters who rove for fruits and nuts of birds
A final lapse of reason shows fools & chickens, jitterbuggin' to a raggin' roost, Time's up, Word!

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r j j  stephan, I
c. Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out early AM {due to insomnia caused by MEDS & THE realization that transitory happiness is the illusion I love so much, now things have changed a byte! }  listenin' to One Big Lie, Water Under the Bridge, Wheelbarreling by @BobDylan #PeopleAreCrazy & #ImLockedInTight #ThingsHaveChanged link #AllHellsBrokeLoose @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?