Gavin

A witty Ape

I\'m told there\'s no meaning

To all we do and see

Nothing to believe in

Including you and me

 

Chance and coincidence 

Maths and illusion

Gods providence 

Is my delusion

 

I challenge look around

Unless you are nervous

All that is found

Was given a purpose

 

In nature and laws

In decoration and maths

Outside or indoors 

Or lots that were cast

 

I have been debased

To a fleshy suit

Or just a witty Ape

In pointless pursuit.

 

But I can\'t even make

Something to be worthless

Because I have made

This thing have a  purpose.

 

I will happily accept 

Your face is in shock

I\'m one of Gods adepts

But You grew on a rock.