Written prose for my foes,
Discriminate while washing my clothes,
Whites and darks remain separate,
The former gets heat and bleach,
The latter is us, you dig and understand my speech?
Universal rules are pointless, no need for religion to preach,
Now we beg for forgiveness, no need to beseech,
The wing span between my hands, is still beyond my reach,
Ideas in mustard seeds yield actions in trees,
Yet they bend in the wind, and surrender they leaves,
Nature sheds its coat in the winter, while we put on our sleeves,
Another paradox, we rob mother nature like we hate her, pitiful thieves,
Opposable thumbs separate us from pond scum,
Intellect allows us to recollect what's already been done,
Gifts from millions of generations since we were crustaceans,
We did not create everything, so we ponder our foundations,
If we had answers to all life's mysteries,
We would be disappointed, and change our histories.