It's inexplicable just how men think,
or walk and talk, or move their hand to wave.
Lungs breathe, hearts beat, ears hear, eyes see and blink,
yet no one knows, how we steer and behave.
So rather than accepting more goes on
' behind the scenes ', men choose to stay confused.
Concerned with hissyfits and slurs long gone,
they sing the blues about just how abused
they are. Distractions serve to smear and clam
these questions up. The truth is, we don't know.
Realize that, under all, the great " I am ",
who's with you always is the ghost below,
whom some call God, and they would not be wrong.
His mysteries moves you, your whole life long.