Time Spent

In the dead of night
is when I wonder if I'm convincing enough
or if it all is just an act
accordingly and up to expectations
I never bothered to understand
It's easy, I guess
the status quo is never far away
I think I've grasped the concept
and then it flutters away
back into the darkness it goes
on and on woven tapestry in the matrix
It is just basic math
Statistics and random happenstance
laser focused on me
or the idea of me
In the end it's just basic math
numbers in a set
I don't pretend to know the answer
even if it's just right there

Dusting off the Woodwork...

In a lot of ways, I wonder what it is I'm doing here
Or is it there? I haven't quite decided
Up is down and down is regular size
Plus size somewhere else
I wouldn't know because I've never been there
I feel the sweet sensations of lunacy
interspersed with lucid thought and I ask myself
What it is I'm doing here?
Maybe some things have no answer
no question, no wonder
I'm somewhat confused but only at times
it makes perfect sense
Say something, say anything
make up the truth or lie unhinged
struggle with the finality of it all
Maybe there is an other side
or maybe this is just the only train to ride
One ticket, it will only cost your soul
where it ends up is up to you
or is it?
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations
it all makes sense somewhere
In that one infinitesimal point in the universe
where clarity of purpose lies
In that we achieve Nirvana
or not
Maybe there's a place for hope
right around the place for fear
is duality just a part of human nature
or is it something else
In a lot of ways, I wonder what it is I'm doing here
in my dreams it makes no sense
but I like to pretend it does