Every argument is a bead of sweat
Into a sea of absurdity
We don’t have any real answers
To the most fundamental of our questions
Because there is no way to determine
Truths beyond our grasp
Every passion is a mountain
Defiantly refusing the reality of erosion
We are so often miserably mistaken
While being so arrogantly certain
Even as we acknowledge half-heartedly
That our intelligence is limited
Every belief is an unforgiving restraint
An infinite and impossibly cumbrous weight
Demanding the denial of gravity
In the face of our downward propulsion
As we race without cause or reservation
Relative to static objects
Every word is an arbitrary refraction
A wave generated by an electrochemical reaction
And given meaning by nurtured neural connections
And even if everything is mechanical
It won’t change even the tiniest little thing
About what it is to be human
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