As I dwell in the valley, the shadow I know
Is the veil of amnesia. I sense that I’ve known
All there is about knowing before that I am.
My unknowing is based on a complex program.
On a small, pale blue dot, I seem left on my own
In the midst of a big bang all space-time ago.
Is there chance this is not true? All question is based
On the premise that this puzzle needs to be solved.
Am I like Roger Rabbit… a part of the screen
Who thinks he is of substance because he is seen
And can interact freely and get quite involved
With the grandest illusion to breed conscious waste?
Everything is of spirt. Perception is how
I may know my own consciousness in many ways.
I’m amazed at the vastness the valley has made.
If this world has no meaning, should I be afraid
That this consciousness also has limited days?
If my life has no purpose, then let it end now.
I believe there’s no ending. Beginning is all
That can happen to matter as it changes state
Back to pure conscious energy. I will rebirth
In the realm of the spirit when I leave this earth.
Let it all have no purpose. I know I’ll feel great.
I’ll be making much meaning and having a ball.