It's all intangible. The things we think we know about the past Things that we think we know are going I in other countries What you know of politics What you know about faith or religion

We take these things in to the core of our being. They are processed Bit and pieces taken from there and yonder Recreated in our own minds

We are left with our own existence. The remanufactured interpretations Of the things we know, Trust, and believe

That is what this is This existence of sweet nothing An intangible world: In which, Of nothing else, Have or will I experience

This Intangible Existence