Circuit Board

I was sitting

In the bus one day

Watching landscape

Fly past my window

And the most random thing

Popped into my head:

 

Life is electrical

 

~Smeg-Head

 

Life is like a circuit board

Of a computer, a machine

Whatever you please

The dulled, gray cover

Sits on the top

Of the mystery of life

 

But of course,

You can’t see it

‘Cuz that dulled, gray cover

Is covering

It up

 

Only when you have

The leisure and the time

Do you really

Ever peer into life

And notice all the little

Sparks

And screws

Bouncing, to and

Fro

 

It’s not until you take

The screwdriver

And drive it down those

Little screws

And twist

And twist

And twist

Pulling off the cover

Revealing

All those electrical

Secrets

Life is like that

Circuit board

The buzz of everyday

Routine

Is the dulled, gray lid

That we’ve grown used to seeing

And forgot about

The stuff underneath

About the whole

Control panel

Of our living on this

Planet

The brain, the wires, the sparks

That control life

And the computer

Are always hidden from our eyes

Unless we stop

And think

And pull off the cover

 

There’s a wonderful mat

Of tangled mess

Underneath that lid

When you look

 

You’ll try to trace one wire

And get lost in another

Life is like that

You try to understand one thing

And just get lost

In another

Only the people

With the keenest minds

And eyes

Can trace the truth

In one aspect of life

Or trace that wire

 

But be careful

That your finger doesn’t stray too close

To the wires

Or to the mysteries in life

We were never supposed to understand

Whose answers belong to only one

 

Or you might get shocked…