Reflections

In a world created by motion and song
Nobody really knows what is going on
Some err on the reasonable side from home
Others ramble about the most meaningless matters, on and on and on and so on

Some may divide the world into lines
Seperate the world into the blacks and the whites
Others into victims and ones commiting crimes
While the most quaint divide the world into what aligns
A million billion ten to one

The smartest souls already pondered themselves
"How would we divide the globe into it's selves?"
Mathmaticians, pilosophers and maybe elves
Came to conclusions, in the number twelve
But they quarreled and bickered, each so sure of himself
So diverted they wouldn't even hear ringing bells
And the solution now meaningless and all that entails

Others wondered how to spread their response
Even the ancients carved glyphs and their runes
Some wrote into bottles a boon
While some sold it in streets til afternoon
The fewest wrote books that reach til' moon
And no one stayed safe from the stupid, immune.

At last someone said "We will bring all the truths
This and so much more at eight in the news"
Some were delighted, with joy as their fuse
Others believed it was a big, ugly ruse
The ones blindly believed than themselves chose
While others declared "IT WAS THE JEWS! THE JEWS"

The last find division in the image of God
Believing themselves more holy than not
Sure, interesting to watch all they sought
And the right amount will turn your vision broad
But most of them flawed, most definitely fraud.

Surely you wonder, what do I want to say
We all are morons, and there is no one that ain't.
Sure you can believe, but to truly know
On your own feet is the way to go.