Modern Man

This is modern man
Leaning out a window
Lonely for the music of
A ferris wheel or birthday party

Time will take his hand
Lead him to the gate and
When he turns around, he knows
He can't go back
He can't have Eden, no

The road is overgrown

At the end of words
At the end of mathematics
Mystery absurd
At once both fascinates and terrifies and

Oh, but nevermind
He's working on the numbers
Take apart the door, he longs
To quantify the miracle
But oh

There are those things that he will never know
Though he can feel them

Pearl of blue and white
Dangling like an orchid
From the unseen fishing rod
Of some amazing architect
Or not

Is this the truth we knew, and then forgot?
Maybe the lies are all that we've got
But aren't they beautiful?