My body is my car
The vehicle that the world invented
I have continually mended and dented
Entwined and possessed within— like a curse
Bound to its temporal mortality or worse
Faith encourages us not to panic
Science wants to send us to a quantum mechanic
— Where those with extra smart-icles
See us as just potentiality and particles
Others want to call in the manufacturer’s warranty
Let “Him” with a capital “He”
Give assurance and guarantee
But “He” never writes back to our correspondence
And with waiting comes despondence
Without a CEO to be our judge
To prove some sort of what is and what was
We must rely on the observation of cause and effect
Karmic understanding to mitigate ethical aspect
In the end, regardless of what we have tried
Punishments threatened or implied
We are good and bad based solely on our own volition
Our actions determine our condition
And whatever we may admit
We are all interconnected bit to bit
And no matter how we define what the world “is”
Our goal is to realize blameless bliss
Before we all eventually croak
Our temporary flame left to residual smoke
Most that should recognize our life is short— don’t
Even those can cognize it— won’t
So our habits we should always be testing
While moving or while resting
What a glorious endeavor!
To give up being so clever
See the universe so clear
When we brush away the clouds of fear
See the truth that everyone’s a corpse
Terminally ill by all reports
No matter how hard each doctor has tried
Eventually all of their patients have died
My body is my car
The vehicle that the world invented
But what was forgot to mention
Is that it is rented.
