Philosophical Daze

Todaze

Just for today
(if any one cares)
I’m sweeping the carpet
on the Penrose Stairs.

I’m helping Sysyphus
with his rock,
and keeping time
by the restless clock.

Tomorroze

I’ll chase the arrow
on Achilles, the hare,
the tortoise won’t know
I’m even there

I’ll turn off the lights
in Plato’s cave,
and ex-Hume the body
of  Dangerous Dave.

I’ll discuss existence
with René Descartes
‘til thinking and being
can’t tell us apart.
                                 
And just in case
I’ll talk to God,
if he ever visits
the land of Nod.   
                                  
You see, I’ve taken
Pascal’s bet
I live in hope
of eternity yet.  

When the night falls
and I hie to my bed,
I’ll flush all this rubbish
right out of my head.