An idea of wisdom. A girl with weepy eyes. And the Infinite.

For Matt

An idea of wisdom
And no longer are we ignorant
He knows all he needs to know
All else is unimportant
It is innocence facaded by corruption
It is tedious information
That the pompous devil forces down our throats
But you, no, not you
That's the key- not you

You see it
You fight it
And you relay it
"Be fruitful and multiply"
Clear your mind to fill it again
But this time
Ignore the condescending, unreliable bull s**t
Just hear, see, smell, touch and taste
We are finite
That's all we can do

And a girl with weepy eyes
Who clutches and twists the chains on the swings
As she faces her worst fear
Realizations
Hearing it all - but knowing none of it
She understands, yet

She doesn't f*****g get it
Or does she not want to admit
That society has turned her into society
Converted her to survivalism
Yet all she does is
Hear, see, smell, touch and taste
Because she is finite
And that's all she can do

And the Infinite
It's here - all around
But we don't see it, because
It is neither man nor woman
Plant nor animal
Space nor time- Nor time nor space
It just is
It's a chain reaction of material and mind
It simply exists to exist to exist

But there's more to it
More than we do, can, will or will want to know
We are only what it'll let us be
We are puppets. Androids
Automatons
When it says jump, you better f*****g jump
Because it tells us this
"Hear, see, smell, touch and taste."
"You are finite."
"That's all you can do."