I do find you delightful and rightfully so
Even though I know you’re not something I could own
Like another fine plaything. You are flesh and blood
And although I’m not sexy, I think I’m a stud.
Could it be that the best things are best left alone?
If it’s true it is something I care not to know.
Things are made up of atoms. Delightful they are
For the concept of building blocks that we hold dear.
We delight in our concepts – the things of the mind.
We must know that without them we need not feel blind.
Things delightful can in a flash all disappear.
Starting over with nothing must be quite bizarre.
God bless all things delightful and people as well.
We are here for a short while. We’re made of this place.
The earth is not a plaything. Have we gone too far?
Has the wrath of the Ricans spilled our caviar?
Can we claim our survival as one human race
Before our self-undoing? It’s too hard to tell.