Life reverberates on strings of theory
A vibe of either on a roll or in a hole

And it's nothing like I expected

I remember watching sitcoms and cartoons
And laughing at the deus ex machina situations

Pondering some deep thoughts that echo no truth
Posed by my favorite books and over the top theater

But life just seems to be brief moments of extreme excitement
Followed by prolonged intervals of despair and boredom
With some smiling face as light at the end of the tunnel
A daughter or a sun in the universe of thee
So I smile back at Mother Earth and Father Time
And wonder if the abyss is staring back at me

Lives romanticized as star stuff, what does that really mean
I know science is poetic atleast from what I understand
And if I said I knew anything I would be the colorful jester
But if we are the cosmo's way of understanding itself
Isn't that some sort of cosmic religion, phantom formulas in the sky

So tell me how this makes me any less dead
When my love and lust of consciousness dies

I guess I must just ramble on, a vagabond to the world I know
Bound to my body and it's fond song and dance of reason
The only music with a soul that beats to the rhythm of life
An awakening to an awareness of whatever god may be
And what that means to the existence of me