The Songs of Dinosaurs

My radio antenna Is getting a brand new song Every time I think I'm right I end up, terribly wrong So now I want to listen And to tap my feet To go with the flow Perhaps the right philosophy? My brother's intellect Is truly dazzling He calls me "a believer" I'm the moron of the family Why must I search for land In an ocean of illusions? Endorsing a catchy tune That becomes a boring delusion Is the fear of being wrong Simply rooted in laziness? To think I've come so far Yet I haven't taken a step As the old saying goes It is not the destination But the thrill of the journey That makes living a vacation Do religions and creeds Simply offer a beautiful escape Appealing to our laziness Throwing self analysis away? Are humans at a crossroads Between extinction and survival To finally ask, "Who am I?" And perhaps to change the channel?