What if we have it all so deadly wrong
And soon the sun will blow us all to bits?
Perhaps we'll find that gravity ain't strong
And we'll all float away in little fits.
It could so be that death's where life begins
And life is just an incubation tank;
Extended form of waiting in those bins,
So ignorant of what's too vast to thank.
And if we're wrong then chaos is our friend;
Those great large concrete heights will liquidize
And we'll breathe diamonds - oh it's not pretend;
Embracing chaos when the termites rise.
The hubris of the knowledge we all seek:
No matter what we know, our minds are weak.