Let’s trace our paths back near conception
more precisely, a moment before.
At the start we’re the clay of perfection
to be shaped as we transit life’s door.
God will shape us as homo erectus
but our minds are left blank as a stare.
Apparently, God must expect us
to learn from the world while we’re there,
We begin by distinguishing classes
gaining clues from the creatures most near.
Those who feed us and powder our asses
and the “others”, whose worth is unclear.
Soon, we’ll ponder our ultimate purpose
but, for now, we’re content with our role
until cousins or siblings usurp us,
we rule all our world, on the whole.
Life’s reality tends, then, to shock us
when the self-serving rivals appear
first to poke us, to prod and then mock us
with clandestine kicks to our rear.
If we live through the toddler phases
we, with school’s paradoxes, make war.
We conform, don façades of teen crazes
then we graduate, lost, as before.
Come careers and a marriage and babies,
a child to distort all our own.
Though our mind is of questions and maybes
our disguises are settled in stone.
It’s the clueless now leading the clueless
a parade that is endlessly long.
“Dear, don’t look at the homeless and shoe less,
learn to do as I do to get on.”
We all choose our refuge, our haven,
a bias, religion or chore.
and then, sure as Edgar Poe’s Raven,
we begin to hatch versions of yore.
“If only my parents had taught me
better habits and sticking to goals,
but they loved siblings more and forgot me
thus my life full of questions and holes.”
“More to blame are my teachers and bosses
my government, husband (or wife)
but for them I’d not be counting losses
I’d be warm and content with my life.”
Ah, at last, comes the moment for leaving
and we give up our life with a sigh,
as the relatives count the ones grieving
and your money while faking a cry.
Thus our universe spins to the minute,
once again the primordial ball,,
with a bang, spills the contents within it
and “She” starts reconstructing it all.
Yes, a capital “She”, I must tell you
that the news about God is quite large.
Just before your departure for hell you
should know that Pandora’s in charge.