Why doesn't anyone understand?

We are all traveling
Around the world only
The world
Does all
The work.
And when we count to
Three or thirty-three
We aren't where we were
Three or thirty-three
Seconds ago, when we started counting to
Three or thirty-three
And ended up somewhere
Unexpected
Like a spaceship, or an office chair.
We have no control
Of where we're going
We can only measure,
Study,
Examine,
Critique,
Our lives and the lives of others
And it may seem like
We are in control
But when we count to
Three or thirty-three
We end up somewhere
Unexpected.


They all go in circles
The unquestionable participants of
A vacant universe.
Mercury, Venus,
Earth, Mars,
Jupiter, Saturn,
Uranus, and Neptune,
But not Pluto.
Not anymore.
The participants, of
A vacant universe,
They all go in circles,
Like you and I,
Playing ring around the rosy
With fate,
Only the tune doesn't end,
And we aren't sure
How much of the song we've sang
And we aren't sure when
We will all fall.