Is life all a dream as it sometimes my seem?
Do our thoughts rise like steam as we play by the stream?
Is our existence as a whole supported by the same beam?

Do we mean what we say? do we say what we mean?
Are we all quite essentially playing on the same team?
Do our lives all essentially follow the same theme?

Then what's the point mean?
The point of living lives obscene,
the point of doing deeds unseen, of being labeled clean or unclean.

These are just some things to think about when you have the time.
I write these poems all for free,
but I will sell you all a copy for a nickel and a dime.