That’s all folks.

[Jerrybaldy]

We don’t even know
what we are ignorant of,
Except anything that makes sense
Of why we are able to ask,
Or what we are asking,
So we make up theories
Create idols
And live and die.
We make up theories
Create idols
And live and die.
Theories create more theories
To explain the new found gaps
In the old theories
Idols are unfleshed
Humanised
Post-mortemcised
And we make coffee
Buy cars
And chocolate bars
Watch tv
Look at phones,
Never ever knowing
Often not caring,
What we were born
To never know.

[kiz_paws]

After I read your poem, Jerry, I thought of a song by Peggy Lee: "Is That All There Is?"
Anyhow, thanks for the read. :)