Hindsight
A-B-B-A form
The more you learn the dumber you get
knowledge seems to leave me with more questions
Are these thoughts sane? They feel like transgressions
Ignorance really is bliss, think about it...
Suppression, depression, oppression, recession
Reflection, discretion, expression, progression
It's your choice, take your pick, but quick, lickety split...
I'm not sure I even believe In the truth anymore
Just imagine the things we'll know in 50 years
The problems of today will be but quaint souvenirs
We always look back in disbelief on what we stood for...
All there is to be sure of is constant change
Isn't life funny? Change is the hardest thing to do
Why is that? Is what we have worth holding on to?
Doesn't one look around leave you slightly deranged...?
What're the odds there's something instead of nothing?
Can we at least think about what God might've missed?
What if this planet is another's hell? Whoa, plot twist
Forgive me for that last line, I'm just bluffing...
Or am I? What if "God" is just an idea to attain to?
What if God did create the world and then left?
What if we're an aliens 6th grade science project?
Okay, that's enough, these next few are my adieu
All I know is there's suffering and no ones guilty
Let's use our abilities and respond, responsibility
Read "Thus spoke Zarathrusta" if this seems abstruse...
Copyright © Zachary Alvstad | Year Posted 2015
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