Dichotomies exist
That reflect the obvious
But underneath
The thin layers
What kind of world is it
And do we have
Any chance
Of finding it
I plan to change my ways
Sometime near the end of my days
How unique the earth is
Too bad no one is watching
Death is a shadow
A private investigator
Who keeps us under
Surveillance
And each time we die
The security tightens
Still to come
A time of walking
Thru places that
Are not manmade
It's a sunny day
But for how long
What storm will overtake us
What stone will we be
Crushed beneath
Will our thoughts survive
Will we know who we are
Will it matter
Who gets a day of rest
God did once
And He's been paying for it
Ever since
