Existential Roulette

Far as I can tell…(x3)

Well, far as I can tell the world’s all wet
And we’re paddling without an oar
Taking a whirl at Existential Roulette
As if life were anything more

Jettisoned in unison
From a loaded silent cannon
Spilling by the billion
Into boundless sightless oceans

We’ve left suspended animation
Propelled by lust and expectation
Yes, it’s a race toward inhalation
To take the face of the next iteration

Cause far as I can tell the world’s all wet
And we’re paddling without an oar
Taking a whirl at Existential Roulette
As if life were anything more

So shake a tail, you’ve just one shot to spend
Once you pass the delta of the vas deferens
Make it first to the glow at the tunnel’s end
Beating billions of brothers but not one friend

And so we bust forth at bullet pace!
Night-sea swimmers flailing with grace
Only one winner can ever take this race
There’s no future awarded for second place

The Egg? The Egg? Does She even exist?
Or does this emptiness forever extend
Making mirages in the mist?
Oh, you’ll hear tall tales told of solid shores
But I’ve never met anyone yet
Who can say they’ve been there before

The Egg? The Egg? Oh, how could you doubt?!
What do you suppose this game’s all about?
Why, She’s the prime mover of the great rotation!
She’s the source of all motivation
And nothing matters but that standing ovation

Far as I can tell….

Oh, I bet I’ll be born in plenty of debt
Deep in a hole with the ante unmet
But hell, that has never stopped me yet
From risking nothing at all
When the croupier calls
Spinning the wheel of Existential Roulette

For, so far as I can tell the world’s all wet
And I’m paddling without an oar
Taking a whirl at Existential Roulette
As if life were anything more
As if life were anything more
As if life were anything more

December 8, 2016. Category: Gyroscape, airlift, Word Jazz.

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