There is a song that exists in time
Having the queerest of melody
A beat that doesn’t rhyme
And lyrics without rhapsody
Still all hum when it comes on
Some mumbling it’s strange words
Forgetting for a while their daily chagrin
Twirling around in the shape of turds
Each enraptured in a trance
Nirvana only moments away
Waiting there he holds a staff
Herding his sheep at the end of the day
Little do they know what awaits
Damsels in distress waiting for mates
A guillotine for sins they have made
Or nothing but dust for them to trade
They chose to believe what comforts them most
There’s meaning for their existence on this blue stone
Making roads so not to get lost
A few buildings so they aren’t alone
Raising empires fighting some war
Designing new weapons funding few more
Trying to get around in an ever faster car
Seeing new diseases and looking for a cure
There’s no meaning at all the poet said
And a stone came flying his way
Blasphemer they at once branded
And made him run on the treadmill to day
His feet bled and his body perspired
Very soon he knew it would be his time
Was it wrong that I spoke he asked
The dust holding him close said no
DVS musings 