Reality

Through so many brains we've viewed the array We find or dismiss odd parts of the whole Deep in skulls cauldron, the wayward senses mix While old men keep shouting to mind the soul And empty graves leering up at the sky They know who'll be filling them up by and by A factory setting quite deftly disguised To hide the conveyor belt sandwiched beneath Nothing can last here, we've often surmised Before we're much wiser the picture's compete Our bodies of stardust enrich the loam We'll never stray far from the star we call home The days of our lives will disperse like wind In total, we arrive and depart, without friend And the rack and pinion of all we think real Begins to dissolve with the loss of one wheel.