172 Once it was the rule, that all good souls
Should just be sheep, and sit on pews
Guided by their betters, and they be just fools
Tools of power and greed, without any mews
Unbelievable no freewill, that is how some see it all
Lead by the noses, and played the game until the end, poor souls.
(Humanity is impossible, no one be the same,
Not everyone can live and die like this.
I wonder what Alice would say??)
173 While those that sit and prayer each Sunday,
Bend their knees and believe in love and forgiveness
It isn’t a game to them, but way to live, a choice to richness
That they are given from a sacrifice of just one, they have faith
And believe that only this will give answers to everything, life and death
They no longer question, but look to the sky for second comings and just do.
(Humanity is impossible, no one is the same, really incredible that
We can’t and don’t all think and act in unison,
We are different as chalk and cheese!
I think Alice would agree, really she went rowing with REV. Duckworth
don't you love that name, Duckworth, it so pleasing.)
174 Still others believe that you only live once,
And when you die you are just dead, an ounce
Of nothing, and your life was just a trick of chaos
That just happened, without thought, believe it or not
All life is a mistake, an incredible accident in which this web
Of everything is stuck until we be dead, and then lost
(Not much rhythm or rhyme here, because of chaos.
And blind to the natural web of things holding everything with laws,
Oh well everyone be different, all for what they wish themselves.
Alice it is just a pack of Cards.)
175. Now the strangest of all is that,
Some believe we be just dreaming
And a machine has us all caught
To provide it energy, to keep running
Our whole lives are pretend, a Matrix
Of some monster, maybe the devil himself?
(If you wish this nightmare really, good luck
When you escape, when death knocks
You may realize you wasted a life time causing
Yourself to have just bad dreams, the whole time,
Honestly that is really incredible, something I can’t comprehend, sorry.
Maybe the Mad Hatter might have something to say? Like Half a top of half a cup.)
176. Still others believe that there is a way
That our Mother Earth is our existence
She be all and everything, her design and plan
A cycle of rebirth we be caught to gradually
Step one life time to the next to eventually
Be able to comprehend, this incredible complex Universe
(New age thought it may be said, still made by us
To help solve why we live, and why we die.
Now that White Rabbit with that watch no time
to really think to busy with work, ekkk, and fear of" Off with his Head!" your sacked.)
177. Our impossible beliefs are culturally conceived
Handed down through time itself colour our lives
And help us say goodbye to those now past
Ancient ways intermixed, with our modern scientific links
We ponder and wonder on life after death
Some of us forget this moment, now still really needs to be lived.
(Oh Alice I think Wonder Land and our incredible imagination
has developed a place were many escape too, when our final curtain calls, yeah!)
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Alice in Wonderland Impossible Thoughts.
PoetryThis is a collection of poems with the construction of "six lines . " They were written daily during my summer of 2012/13 ( southern hemisphere ) when I was first participating on wattpad as a regular. I posted six poems everyday with a crazy cha...
