Oh modern art
It's just God in an object
The artist is fallible
But the art is perfect
This one is ugly
That one don't make sense
This one is obvious
And that one is a mess
Infinity's abstract in relation to freedom
Love is ambiguous and love is boredom
The infinite is here
Speaks and we listen
Although it's not always clear
It reveals a commission
Through a cloudy mirror
With imperfect vision
What we know now in part
Is just a taste
But it won't be long
We shall see face to face
Infinity's abstract in relation to freedom
Love is ambiguous and love is boredom