What’s the purpose, what’s the reason,
To plant & await the harvesting season?
Seeds are lousy, earth is dry
Sun is scorching up on high.
Makes me think makes me wonder
Which is worse, sunshine or thunder?
One brings heat, one means rain,
One is poison other is medicine
One can kill the other can heal.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
One child’s sorrow is another’s pleasure.
It all depends on the side of the coin
That you fall in, wittingly or unwittingly.
But, all this philosophising
Leads to an emotional uprising;
Turmoil on home soil
For my mind does toil
With all these emotions.
I wish they were but potions
To be drunk at needed times
Or else just shut them all
And be left emotionless,
Loveless and hateless
Wouldn’t that be better,
Than to be bound by these fetter’
Called human feeling?
I’ve just committed treason
In the Sapiens kingdom
So take me home to dine with Persephone
Go to masquerades
With my partner Hades,
On the Styx will I pass,
Dog walking Cerberus
Down to earth, I’ll be gone
Literally, on a canoe rowed by Charon
On to the Asphodel
The only field down in “Hell”
This is my demise but it isn’t a surprise
For I attained my prize
Of eating the forbidden poisoned apple.