Philosophical

Physics unfold not virtues 
So the meaning is unravelling & faeces 
Anything within the rule gets permitted 
Though hindsight shows 
The man as he sees himself 
Chasing wind in his father's flavour 
 
We are all air instruments 
And like bagpipes ring in war 
Drama sates the begging fit 
Of a building block from the future 
Man as he meets his maker 
Sees the same face only death unmasks 
 
And so my fingers lock in with yours 
For I see my body is verily honest 
With repeating the songs of my father's 
How everyone's song is one long echo 
Stretching way back to the beginning 
As opposed to now where you can still sing

Everyone