Rollin', rollin', and RAMBLING on the river

I don't know if this river has a name,

but names are lame anyway, it's a name game they often say,

and who's to blame?

What a strange place this is,

not the river per se, but this earth with it's night and day,

these places near and far away...

Some speculate it's a Sim, this world we live in,

while others claim it's VR, as they spin the wheels of their car,

and I can't dispute that but I can debate facts...

And if it's really a game,

this place of names,

of spreading the blame,

then where's the script, what are the rules,

why are we kept in the dark like fools?

Maybe Solomon was soul of man, and he gave us our role and plan,

while Jesus was Amanual, for this heaven and for this hell,

so love your neighbor and wash his feet,**

be merry while you drink and eat

because

We don't know where we came from and we don't know where we're going, but we have an expiration date be we commoners or king of state, and the time it is getting late....

So I'll rap this up now with my exit stage bow.