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?
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