Chemistry

If the hardest things to accept,
are just the hypothetical;
then just why am I so inept,
at the plain and rhetorical?

Take a stone and cast it,
the ripples cast a shadow too.
But if the sky was never lit,
the ripples would cast down on you.

Can you hear the grass growing?
Can you even see it happen?
The worst part of all is knowing
this ship set sail without a captain.

The brain runs while the fridge hums,
thinking on the next move to make.
Then the answer finally comes,
and meets the frigid reality.

Words don't and won't explain confusion,
No one was worse off than those two.
But I'll stop a second for the intrusion,
if I have the time for clues.

Never close the mouth and bolt the mind,
and no one will take your words for truth.
Don't mind your mind falling behind,
like cracked ideas falling off a rotten wisdom tooth.

You knock and there's no one to answer,
so you kick the door down and shout:
"What is this ignorant cancer,
and which way in here is out?"

Just remember you were warned,
with a cherry on top of a pretty please:
the early bird gets the worm,
but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Don't be disappointed much,
the mind can't run forever.
And once it comes back for lunch,
we'll learn some chemistry together.

So just close the door and sit down,
we'll wait here together.
When my mind comes back to town,
maybe things will get better.

Go ahead,James, sip the tea.
Pick up your paper and read.
I promise that its all free.
I'll be right here like a weed.

But while we're here,
could you please lend me your ear,
lately I've been wondering things,
and I'd like to know what you bring.

You see Whiz, you're here in my skull,
and I know to you it looks dull.
So I have to wonder, and wonder I will,
Just what is it you want while we sit still?

Because at this point I can not lie,
I'd take a bullet for you and die.
But I have to wonder if its for what I know,
or to go ahead and lie down below?

As I swim inside the goo left in my brain,
and you continue to read through the stains,
I look for the end of this trial,
and I wonder if its all worthwhile?

You know, we can beat all odds you say.
well yes even the mad king had his day.
But two hundred and ninety nine died,
and one lived to tell how he tried.

Maybe that's it, maybe we're all just mad.
God knows there once was a chance I had.
But that was long ago, I was a young fool,
and look at me now, swimming in this pool.

Is it really just that hard to take,
or is it just the point that you're trying to make?
Things you wrote down, the very things we saw,
are the things we piece together like jigsaw.

But sip your coffee James,
and we'll hold the names.
When this is all said and done too,
I'll wish I'd stopped in for lunch with you.