Evolution
Concious is my world
Yet everything I see
Dwells in that part
That always is
Direct
In front of me
How is it that if I believe
In what Charles Darwin found
Evolution in one look
Lets not me look around
Or could it be, if he was right
That Man evolved to see
The only place his world exists
In front (Well, visually)
For evolution we are told
Amazing things has done
To leave this Earth inhabited
By creatures which have won
Because they propogated
The equipment life required
Extreme and complicated
To survive was their desire
This being the case, the losers found
Much to their disadvantage
Three legs were not as good as four
For hanging onto branches
As some grew tails like shepherds crooks
They hung on even better
But those without soon downward fell
Becoming someones supper
So if evolution does permit
Such changes to convention
Why does Man have just two eyes
When his world has three dimensions?
In all the evidence I have seen
In life forms that abound
It seems your given what you need
At least that I have found
Which brings me to the point of this
Epistle I have wrote
There cannot be a need to see
Behind my back I note
History would tell us though
That this is not exactly true
As many things can come from there
Suprises 'from out the blue'
So why did evolution stop
To leave Man so unguarded
With no eyes at the back of his head
By Lions quite poorly regarded
Is that because there's nothing there
Until he looks around
When suddenly, it all appears
In front, from out the ground
But then he finds what was in front
Has now gone out his mind
In vision it does not exist
For now it is behind!
I would not say that all my world
Projected is from me
Expanding as my eyes traverse
Creating what I see
But surely after all this time
If Charlie boy was right
I should have eyes all round my head
With which the world to sight
The fact that this is not the case
Discomforting I find
It leaves me with this nagging doubt
That all is in my mind
Or could it be that I am part
Of some computer game
Advanced beyond conception
Reality it's name
_
Egal Bohen
Concious is my world
Yet everything I see
Dwells in that part
That always is
Direct
In front of me
How is it that if I believe
In what Charles Darwin found
Evolution in one look
Lets not me look around
Or could it be, if he was right
That Man evolved to see
The only place his world exists
In front (Well, visually)
For evolution we are told
Amazing things has done
To leave this Earth inhabited
By creatures which have won
Because they propogated
The equipment life required
Extreme and complicated
To survive was their desire
This being the case, the losers found
Much to their disadvantage
Three legs were not as good as four
For hanging onto branches
As some grew tails like shepherds crooks
They hung on even better
But those without soon downward fell
Becoming someones supper
So if evolution does permit
Such changes to convention
Why does Man have just two eyes
When his world has three dimensions?
In all the evidence I have seen
In life forms that abound
It seems your given what you need
At least that I have found
Which brings me to the point of this
Epistle I have wrote
There cannot be a need to see
Behind my back I note
History would tell us though
That this is not exactly true
As many things can come from there
Suprises 'from out the blue'
So why did evolution stop
To leave Man so unguarded
With no eyes at the back of his head
By Lions quite poorly regarded
Is that because there's nothing there
Until he looks around
When suddenly, it all appears
In front, from out the ground
But then he finds what was in front
Has now gone out his mind
In vision it does not exist
For now it is behind!
I would not say that all my world
Projected is from me
Expanding as my eyes traverse
Creating what I see
But surely after all this time
If Charlie boy was right
I should have eyes all round my head
With which the world to sight
The fact that this is not the case
Discomforting I find
It leaves me with this nagging doubt
That all is in my mind
Or could it be that I am part
Of some computer game
Advanced beyond conception
Reality it's name
_
Egal Bohen
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