Basket Of Eggs

I can't disprove the ultimate belief
All my counterparts heave a sigh of relief

Ink spilled, pages tarnished with speculation
Each side claiming the penultimate refutation

But last I checked, each person has a brain
To choose freely, to disavow or become slain

In the Spirit that reigns down from far above
The fallacy of equivocation, It is somehow love

My mind is made up, I have strong principles
Do no harm: animal, personal, even municipal

Let and let live, so-called libertarian free will
But the moral dilemmas are ever the bitter pill

To swallow down when your counterpart believes
From there, you are guilty with limited reprieves

And the drama ensues becoming the infinite loop
Minds become overloaded, eyelids starting to droop

So goes the battle that is truly theological
And the spectators reel, the minds that boggle

And in the mental confines, the battle drags
I am a gigantic, lumbering basket of eggs

Reviews

[JimmyFlux]

This is very telling. It's lean and well-written.

[OT]

ahh you do wonders with the couplet here - love "Each side claiming the penultimate refutation" - a basket of eggs indeed haha - final couplet end it perfectly - "mental confines"