Loved Sherlock Homes and the Upanishads
Loved the Jolly Good Show on the BBC
Loved the make-believe on the silver screens
Loved them girls, too, maybe one or two,
But not in the way you might think I did
But in my own way, more in idle fantasy
I let my emotions wallow up raw inside
I looked at the stars at night and cried
I who searched for the Truth all my life
No sooner than I found it I wondered
What good it had done to me this search
It still made me wonder how to negotiate
A Sunday when I am all alone at home
And I would be left wondering if I should
Forget everything I read and understood
Because after you have understood the Truth
It’s a cruel joke that you are still asked to live
Truth makes you realize nothing matters
And yet you have to live as if it all mattered
You can neither go out naked onto the street
Nor can you take seriously all those dress codes
It’s in this middle ground that you have to totter
Always cautious of the edges and the extremes
And you have got to medicate away those blues,
Those delusions, or so my psychiatrist tells me
I laugh to myself that my psychiatrist knows not
The cure for the grand delusion all our lives are.
Know Thyself 