Driving other people's vehicles
At unsafe speeds
Through populated areas
Is what we called it
It was a time and space
The world moved through
They were the children of Bosnia
For a small place so many
Not so much about their numbers
But our speed
For a time it was the slowest place in the Balkans
"Bon bon." Someone had shared candy
We never heard the end of it
The other roads opened I still hear
Constrained contained cajoled
There question is essentially direction
Does time have an arrow
Why would it
There doesn't seem to be much reason
The simplest thing we believe
The hardest of things to explain
Entropy the vessel
Ever increasing ever defeatable
The math can find a cold death for everything
The universe shouldn't really exist
If there were no reason there would be no matter
Dark forbidding by definition
Crooked path worn straight through
Ideas can be changed
The math can be made to work out better
Four sided seasons seen with precision
Straight lines one side to the other across even
We find what the universe seems to have little
Well far from each bit clear reasons
It takes these larger sizes to make small things
We fought about what day it is
The season takes no heed
Don't believe in climate change?
Climate change believes in you
We don't take a circle round the sun
It is a spiral dance we never return
The great attractor not what you would think
Such a great name for something we have no understanding
Probably another universe crashing
Collision is a form of creation
We accelerate atoms to smash them
They accelerate naturally to miss each other
Most of the universe is rather boring
We never go back
Never have to
Nothing is relative twice
Everything and forever a round
Simultaneous we don't perceive is our skill
We call it a circle to simplify
A nother one complete
If you have been in love you would understand
It is time love needs no other equation really does
Long before there were any years counted
Things were there to be seen
You might think the sunset not so colorful
The dirtier your air the better your sunset
Volcanoes rarely work overtime
Man, we clock in and go everyday on schedule
This time of year you witnessed the sun stop
Then you saw the sun turn around
Probably why we started counting
Imagine a plain naturally pointing there
Some geologic function defining the turning point
When you know why you see how
Imagine you were the first to ask the question
Understand we still have no answer
Always been a good time to celebrate
We live by the calendar on our wall
They lived by the one in the sky
What would you rather
Peace and joy
There are seasons here
Many more reasons here
There should be more noise
Life is able too do all things but explain itself
Almost there at times it seems
I know about me
My memories are more than high Fidelity
They are me
All or nothing my design
There are mechanisms we ignore
More than simple
Anesthesia is an art
The most everyday thing we have little understanding
We are trail by error
We should test reality
Findings are from where we look
Most we miss
There is nothing fair
This is the Justice of the cosmos
We shouldn't exist
I was a leaner
Always had more strength than I needed
Told myself stories missed most of what was going on
I was young that's what you do
Now I wonder if it was my nature
Or that I had my whole life someone strong enough to lean on
I don't know anyone without a problem
Never met someone happier than me
Was never good with boundaries
I have met people like me
I am gullable and naive
Never met someone more curious than me
Not as good a listener as an asker of questions
I have met people that are not interested
Why think what would Jesus do
We know what Jesus did
Things seem clear
The human heart is flawed
You can do nothing alone
If your not organized what are you
The same pen that speaks of majesty
The same pen that curses
Can your God build more than one universe
Think of 1918 or 1981
Imagine how they will think of us in 2118
Imagine your family
I don't think God could build just one
How would you go about it
Have argued the universe an ocean making machine
Some interesting scum upon the afternoon
Why would God take short cuts
Probably wouldn't
Doesn't seem like a long way to me
