As A Matter of Fact

When debating a ludicrous notion
If all is it at sea in the ocean
Or whether today is yesterday night
Maybe vanishing cream a demotion

Is your point of view a promotion
From a lifetime of thoughtful devotion
Conjuring dreams of preferable schemes

close to inventing perpetual motion

Do black holes create by implosion
Does knowledge degrade with emotion
Is the colour of green a sign of serene
Born out of continual erosion

Do all things begin with commotion
Ground and mixed up in potions
Perhaps you and I are not what we see
Just products of timely explosions