So the drama reaches its climax.
So the novel ends
And so the spinning universe we can’t comprehend
Will one day change but not disappear
The world we live in terra firma – it’s clear
Will be folded up as a garment
In light of these things non-permanent
Should we not reach for the perpetual?
Should we not investigate the eternal?
Our world of internal strife
Our world of thoughts in the night
Our world of the mental
All kinds of actions consequential
Imagine the world – was but our thoughts
Watch as it’s fever rises to chaos
No thought brought into captivity
Imaginations only evil continually
What shall we do?
Who can stop the spiral?
As clash follows clash
All crippled and masticated it be
The endless thoughts of you and me
Nothing stable just another jumbled muse
Nobody listens – no one will be taught
Imagine complete chaos – no control
Only anarchy and confusion
No creed – no rule – no seminar or school
Every man for himself
Strike-out through the maze
Trample underfoot – apprehend and bind
Leave all decency for everything unkind
All thoughts will die with the spinning heads
Unless we hear the cry
Of the One who wept over Jerusalem
And still does – over mankind