Really Is It That Simple

It's really not that pleasant to talk about, In point of fact (I'm ashamed if this is true) I fear that what matters (at least in my life) Is just me, hardly ever (if ever) , you. It's not like I want my life to be this way For if I'm like this, (surely others suspect?) 'Altruism' is egotistical fraud And not only that, but 'redemption' and 'God, ' That our more intelligent 'souls? ' should reject (Nihilism advancing into the fray.) It seems clear to me now that Einstein is right And our 'reality' is just 'illusion.' The one eye God got right is Octopus eye, And true visual insight is 'pie in the sky! ' No wonder there's so much confusion. What's wrong and what's right rests on the 'gift' of sight. What if selfishness is all that our hearts know? What if love is just a cover for lacking? Our birth place so big the Bible rings hollow, Our lives here so small God's love's hard to swallow. If it looks like a duck, could it be quacking? Seems to me I could use a stiff cup of Joe! Although it seems now that my picture is grim, On our own there is no hope of salvation. God or no God, the universe doesn't care, And it doesn't mean squat that we try to share Our own surplus or the wealth of our nation. With God all is possible, so 'rest' on Him.