Paroles de Argumentum Ad Consequentiam

In a figurative savannah A lion meets an abbot. So the man closes his eyes And imagines it’s a rabbit. All the wishing was in vain, He never opened his eyes again. When the feeble-minded fail In the face of the great collision Between the two worlds of fact and reverie, When the intellect is frail And longing blurs the vision, Anything goes: goodbye reality. A pious single mother With chronically empty pockets Had no job but a backyard And a million buried in it Or so at least she wished Until her house was repossessed. We hide in the comfort of wishful thinking Accepting illusions not even blinking. And at the end of a blissful day We’ll have wished our lives away. When feeble minds collapse In the face of the great collision Between the two worlds of fact and reverie, When the intellect is trapped And longing blurs the vision, Anything goes: goodbye reality.