...If  then...

If, for nothing but my utter disbelief in destiny

If by nothing more than this game we play, I'd still stay to beat its path

If, with the hands I choose to hold I'm told, one day, it was all for naught

Then, I suppose that i should lie down and die... I don't know... you do the math

For something here just don't adhere... sonehow it doesn't "just all add up"

I guess I'm an optimistist pessimist, for I still hold up my cup

Still, with blinded eyes I've swallowed lies, and choked on their bitter taste

The puppet on the broken stool... the fool.. I've played them all to the point of waste

The only thing that I can say for sure

Is that there might be something more to this mortal tour than meets the eye...

...the sky... the sun... the things that we've all done

And, if none of this is making any sense to you

then please feel free to, at any time

Stand and raise your hand... remember speak aloud

and, answer me the riddle to this rhyme...

So, if nothing that I do here really matters...

...please give me a second, let me get this straight

Then, what you really mean to say is my conscious day-by-day

is portrayed for sake of a memory in anothers mind... well, thats just great...

If time was of the essence, if only time did heal each and every wound

If only the best things in life right from the start didn't end so soon

If only we all did what we said... to be able to believe everything we've read

...without dwelling on need... motivated by greed...

...to pierce upon it shackle and chain

Your life... today... your name...

...they are all one and the same

...and, a hundred-thousand-million "we're sorrys" will never re-name your shame

... you can't re-name your shame

...pointed finger... deserved blame...

So, if some of this has made the slightest sense to you

then please feel free to, at any time

Stand and raise your hand... remember speak aloud

and, answer me the riddle to this rhyme...