Immortality – A Metaphysical Conceit
Words, from our thoughts they spill
Nonsense symbols we scribe
Thoughts, cyclones of neurons
Matter not, we think still
Neurons, our brains they fill
Chaos in disconnect
Souls, we philosophize
To words, chances are nil
Craving the wordless thought
Endless scrills of the pen
Racing minds of words sought
Thought circles never end
We think of death and life
Yet, all we do is write