SEARCHERS FOR A SPACESHIP
In The Scrub Room For The Mind
We Attempt To Cut Out Completely
Our Contaminated And Impure Thoughts
And We Are Inclined To Operate
On The Spiritual Essence Of Ourselves
Without The Sharp Instruments Of Intellectual Experience

As Searchers For A Spaceship
To Carry Us Into The Cosmos
We Continue To Look For Ways
To Get Out Of Life Alive
Before We Are Finally Forced
To Leave This Earthly World
And Enter The Darken Doors
To Our Natural Deaths

Feeling Detached From Our Spiritual Base
An Having Loss Our Sense Of Self
We Embrace A Delusional Belief
That We Can Make Our Lives Better
By Torching Our Traditional Thinking
With The Flames Of A New Faith

To Convince Ourselves And Others
That Our Knowledge Of The Unknown
Is Superior To The Ancient Sages
We Pretend To Become Prophets
Who Have The Powers To Predict
The Future Before It Unfolds

Unable To Tell The Difference
Between Our Fantasies And Reality
We Spend Our Thinking Time Studying
The Details Of Our Self-Serving Dogmas
From Which We Unwittingly Extract
Our Debatable And Tentative Truths

No Longer Willing To Believe
In The Lives We Have Been Living
We Abandon Our Home Base
And Try To Burn The Bridges
Between Our Disappointing Past
And An Uncertain And Indefinite Tomorrow
Resistant To Human Laws And Logic

Unsure Of The Things We Seek
We Wander In A Wilderness For The Witless
Where We Try On New Theories
But None Seem To Fit Our Fancy
Or Fill Our Empty Feelings
With A More Fulfilling Faith