Perhaps it's not too late
Or maybe I'm just Early
Either way it's high Time,
I've introduced you to my Friend Shirley.
Through his eyes I saw The Universe Revealed ,
Behold Life After Death
In an Aliens Dreams,
Where
The Theory of Nothing ,
Becomes Everything We Know
This is What We Ponder
Over a Hot cup of Joe.
I Jet Through Space Chronicles
And Cower from Creepy Christmas Fairies,
Then I wash it away as I delight
In The Science of Conspiracy Theories.
So Poetry is my Rocket Ship,
And my Ticket back to Earth.
But if it's a mental Adventure you Desire,
A day With Shirley couldn't Hurt.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
