• Ideas rising; bubbles from the mind,

    Perhaps decisions live illusory

    It may be true virtue is undefined,

    To seek a meaning would be foolery

    We occupy a harmless enigma;

    Made dreadful through mad interpretation.

    Underlying truth, Abracadabra!

    Our meaning came to pass as creation.

    We stand programmed by nature ere nurture.

    Gray matter rests as whole components fail,

    A silly number miss the departure,

    Unless ourselves decay to no avail.

    A blank canvas awaiting one painter,

    The inner workings pondered forever.