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.