Earthlings are pink and furry, they look like yetis spaceman said.
The king of Utombbiblia rolled his three eyes under his head.
That’s not the report I got from the last two missions, weirdly enough.
Take my word for it, spaceman argued. You know I know my stuff.
The king was confounded, confused, at a loss as to what to do next.
When had these scouting missions become so abnormally complex?
He did not realize this one had been captured by a giant pink Yeti.
The last two had been eaten by wild boars, as if they were spaghetti.
Where are the sleeping giants that never awoke
Where are the dragons that long ago spoked
Were unicorns is common is pretty rainbows
Were Martians living on Mars in droves
Is the Garden of Eden a real earthly place
Is the face of Zeus the one Jesus replaced
Will El Dorado gleam in the rays of sun
Will Shangri-La open her gates to anyone
Are monsters just demons in masquerade
Are angels ever given a paid holiday
Does Atlantis exist within layers of myth
Does Sasquatch know if any Yetis are left
Did a monkey leave his tree to become man
Did a tree in a garden tempt man to be damned
Why do we dream of falling falling down
Why do we curse the earth we are bound
Where are the gods the Greeks used to know
Where are the gods of Egypt and her pharaohs
Why do we speak a million different tongues
Why do we not have the same color for everyone
Was the future the past we've already repeated
Was salvation on a screen we accidently deleted.
There's nothing in the world we know
To help us see eternity
Or claim its everlasting glow
As part of our reality.
We're mixing magic potions still
As if our primal mind is king.
But magic potions will not fill
Our need to answer everything.
I don't believe in UFOS
Or Yetis roaming through the hills,
So why would I let myth impose
False truth on me that slowly kills.
Mankind believes in things unseen
To ease the pain of his domain.
His mind of reason getting lean
As fear remains a mindless stain.
If we can't see it, it ain't there,
A rule of thumb from childhood one.
But when it comes to death's despair
It's myth that wins the final run.
If answers stay forever free
Of man's inate ability
To calm and solve this mystery -
He'll never see reality.