With absurd words don`t knit yoyr thoughts
the Cosmos is bound by trillions of knotts
the stars arn`t free, nor the sun or moon
the World is trapped like a cocoon.
\Your life is bound in a million ways
your sights or senses, your nights or days
are bound by nature or cosmic string
you dance like a clown as your hormones sing
\And you respond, as your reflexes kick
you, cosmic puppet, can`t know the trick
tour trillion cells are but billion whip
to make you dance or `tease or strip`
\Your free-will dream is the greatest joke
HE pulls the string with the master`s stroke
you play to the tune, yet `free` you think
oh! the cosmic slave with forgotten link!