Poetic musings about the seemingly insane spawns of our universe...or our perception of it and our own persistant flaws.
For some reason I am wondering
If the universe has ADD
Its brilliance is astounding, we wouldn't be here if that wasn't so.
But look at the insanity, the winding, grinding vanity
that corrupts us in a chokehold of despair.
And look at all the horror-hungers, flesh-eating fungus, war mongers.
Yes there are puppies and humor and love.
But when we regard the skies above
We wonder, "what's going on up there?"
Did they take their medicine? Do they care?
Or are we cosmic playthings to a universe of distracted stars
Following its creations but forgetting their scars.
I'm sitting here in a mind fog of frenzied philosophy.
Awestruck by every miracle, every atrocity.
Comet tails, poison snails, nuclear war heads, banshee wails
So much input, overloading our scales
Will chaos part or does existence fail to agree?
Is there a truth from which we flee?
But since we swim in both beauty and strife
And have the chance to know what is good and right
Who are we to say the gods are mad tonight?