In a rather metaphorical sense, all the suspense,
shattered my vision into a distorted oculus lens.
And through this kaleidoscope I saw the colors,
revealing the winters and summers of others.
They proclaim the sky is blue because it scatters;
but rather, can we mathematically define matters?
Certainly, that’d be the antidote to perspective,
since universally the records of time are seconds.

I claimed the trees were yellow; they claimed they were not,
crushing my honest minority under a juggernaut of thoughts.
I caught moonlight in my palm, devoured the liquid crimson,
(but Hades, you’re crazy, absa-tutely, you must be kidding…)
Can we mathematically define pink as truly quite pink?
B + l + u + e.
Look mommy I did it.
(Hades, Hades, you’re seriously crazy, you must be kidding…)
Because what I see as white and what you see as, say, black,
Most certainly cannot be simply defined as fact.
So does God have ears? A nose? Is he black or Chinese?
If you know the answer you most truly have to be lying.
Can we reach a conclusion? Can we each be-half,
mankind with the combined wisdom we all have?
Sorry to say it, but there is no such thing as two halves.
One half plus the next, that gives you three-fourths,
despite the words of algebra teachers and their cohorts.
So can we ever reach a conclusion, even about how man got here?
No, because we’re too busy worrying about if God has ears.


And watch RV vote for Jack because I don't have 'emotion' or it's not 'complex enough'.