If you don’t find peace with mystery,
you’ll probably go insane.
There are some things in life
that do transcend your brain.
“My brain is God; I made it so,”
we do so oft protest—
as for control and sense of stuff
we do so often wrest.
I love to delve in quests and search;
please do not get me wrong.
But what’s it worth (no joy, no mirth)
when I can’t sing a song?
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