Beyond Reason (text only)

The little man is obsessing about why things happen.

From the height of his personality he justifies his own deeds;

He acts as if he could remember being born, or even conceived,

As if it was actually him that had made it all happen!

Oh, our little man fondly remembers his childhood,

Even his father’s telling offs and his mother’s scoldings,

For then he learnt the philosophy of his tribe

And how to rationalise any capricious view he’s holding…

Only when he finds himself alone in the dead of night

Does our little man struggle to identify his reason to be;

He recalls passing loves, digested meals… and sits up in a fright!

“Life is folly!” he desperately longs, but does not dare, to scream…