The Origin of Thought

One night I saw a man made meteor shower
Light up the sky and give me a show.
Lazy men who think they're gods finally made
Themselves useful in their forgetfulness.
What they left became flashing yellow suns
That synchronized in a perfect chorus
With the lamenting instruments on my radio.

I dream of this moment inside every moment.
So much desolate moving over time like the
Suicidal bucks that my uncle kills as
they sit down to breakfast, it will murder
Your chance at hope or reflection
Before you could even raise your head
And run and save your worthless life.

Let's bottle up the infinite life in our minds
And sell it at the farmer's market to
Share some part of ourselves that will
Eventually separate and go painfully wrong
If we leave it where it is. The truly
Organic and pesticide free are the ones who
Never shared it with me or even themselves.