Gotta Lotta Thought

I want to hear your theories of everything, and I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Even if you don't have one, make one up and be thoughtful or playful about it. Give me prose or poetry, anything, just lay it on me! And remember--
anything goes
when it comes to everything
because no one truly knows.

String theory?

Can you comprehend that clearly?

I can't beyond the jist

My fond, dear, scientist

Describe it to me in layman's

Without making me feel mentally lame, man!

And then I want more

Because

I want to know what the soul does

What are we spinning here for,

Spending time thinking about time

Why am I an I'm?

Who are you?

What's the difference between us

When we are through?

The End

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