There was a young man who said “Damn,
For it certainly seems that I am,
A creature that moves
In determinate grooves,
I’m not even a bus – I’m a tram.”
But then the young man he said “Hey,
For I can’t help but feel I could stray,
I’m willing to bet
There’s no path which is set,
I feel free and creative this way.”
Today the young man can’t say how,
But it’s clearly one movement, or Tao,
The truth he’s revealed
Is a unified field,
So he plays with the way it is now.
