“Why!” cries the hero, looking down upon the crowd.
All the restless souls standing gather round.
“This!” he speaks so surely,
Never rushed or in a hurry –
“Is the purpose of existence!”
Ever more, he is insistent,
On sharing the good news of Reason,
Sure to spark the flames of treason.
As the people nod, agreeing,
In their insufferable lust for meaning,
Lifting up their prophet gleaming,
High up on the mound.

Little do they know,
The hell they are to sow,
Marching forward toward progress,
Not seeing life moves on regardless.
Resting their precious Will upon the wheel,
Of a wretched tyrant’s heel.
In a disguise ever so clever –
It is a holy man’s endeavor!

But stirring in one person,
Was the folly of the sermon.
A great bellowing laughter,
Did cause the crowd to scatter.
The man, drunk on power,
In truth was but a coward.

And those who understood,
Did all that they could,
To quell the need to find an answer,
In someone else’s banter.
Thus, a new dawn broke –
And everyone awoke –
From a once grand slumber,
Like a great and rolling thunder.

And all that there was,
Came from the fall of Because!