Life is like an ambiguous script
It is nothing more than a over developed metaphor
Not so neatly packed in a box
Nor does if project nicely from the lips
What metaphor teaches a moral lesson
It all seems absurd, contradictory, and inconsistent.
Life is like a sphere out of control
And... vacant in a fast... spinning world
There is no compare and contrast
Heaven and Earth are unrelated subjects
Yet... the narrators, they keep navigating
Using the masses as his primary subjects
To those, who have made the world their stage
I am tired of the nonsensical images you create.
Life is spirit
Heaven holds no ambiguity