A Question Of Truth

I Got In My Head A Thematic Schematic

Talking To My Trinity In A Way Socratic

But It Does Not Matter Who Wins The Debate

It Is The Act Itself That Satiates , I Contemplate

Speak Of My Presumption And My Assumption

To The Throne Of Infallibility With My Ridiculity

Riding On The Coat Tails Of My Posit Trails ,

Just So Infatuated With My Inexplicability ;


I Got A Brain That Just Drives Me So Insane

In A Limousine Of Obtuse Dreams , Where

Nothing Is As It Seems , And Other Spaces

Show Their Strange Faces And Their Opinions

Epiphanies , Me To Me , Describe Their Dominions ,

Seeking My Submission To Altar Read Intellect ,

Without Introspect As My Editor , Yet Then An Emperor

With No Clothes I Wear , As Clothed In Ideas Transparent ,

My Claims To Absolute Truth Are Rent , By My Mind's

Talons Of Opposing Views , And My Raptor Rapture Finds

Black Holes In The Tunnels Of My Reality This Mortality

Vultures Feed On My Mentality , Scavengers Of Thought

Recycling Yesterday's Dogma For Tomorrow's Promise ,

When My Trinity Conspiracy Makes Up With A Kiss

And I Ask Myself Myself Myself Under Triplicity's Mask

Just What Conclusion After Confusion Leads Me To This ?