Mirth
There is no way to say
it. That’s why it’s so much fun.
We’re in this game to play
it, that is, until we’ve won
But I don’t really aspire to
cosmic dissolution
I much prefer conspiring for
comic evolution
Serious comedy—the tragic
farce
But far too commonly,
applause is sparse:
“It’s too hard. Where’s the freedom? I think I need some money.
And if you’ll pardon, most
jokes need a punch line to be funny.”
But please bear with me, all
part of the show.
It’s no fair drifting just
because you know
That All the world’s a stage
and the people merely players
And most can’t see the cage,
and the layers upon layers
The veils of illusion, the
models and the maps
As they flail in confusion,
a causal game of craps!
Yeah I promised a kicker,
and I plan to provide
I hope it makes you snicker,
‘cause I think it made me cry
See, the joke is that the
cage is sprung—we’re free to walk in fields of glory
But we keep choking on tips
of tongues, as we keep talking about the story
Half a step back for a
little perspective
(Have a) Look at the track,
consider the objective:
Does everything you do and
say make you who you want to be?
What do you think you’ll do
today to take yourself beyond the me?
How do you deal with all the
knocks? Do you step back and have a
laugh?
How do you feel about that
clock that ticks toward the starlit path?
It doesn’t cost but common
sense to see no irony’s odd
The reason loss is so
intense is to get you closer to God.
So have some faith in the
Cosmic Plan—appreciate this precious birth
It’s all a grace, you
understand? Cultivate a little mirth.