The 3 Cool Heads

Look up! Look up! What do we see?

Millions of stars in the nighttime sky

And a notion of cosmic reality

Peering through the space-junk orbiting by

Inspecting our lives and wondering why

Humanity is messing-up history

Crapping in Eden, or so it seems

To the 3 Cool heads, who, in their dreams

Pursue metaphysical mystery.

Look up! Look up! Can't you hear the voice?

Proclaiming, from the gods of our choice,

To follow their edicts and copy their ways

Give homage and requisite outlays,

In preparation for the end of days...

The 3 Cool Heads behold and appraise

The natural state of chaos and chance

The dissonant, dispassionate galactic dance

Which rules, un-believed, both men and ants

Who strive to build order on happenstance.

Look up! Look up!

And what do you see?

Nothing, my friend,

But you and me.