"Jnana Yoga, or, Tax, Wax, Wane, And Die (Laughing)"

Life is taxing, waxing, waning, a chore.
Keep on, laughing till your abs are sore.
Everything's just a mental projection, a confusion.
Take it for what it's worth; it's all an illusion.
Our memories are just sticky notes for the brain,
Our futures only couplers extending sticky-note chains.
The present is but a moment already past,
Time's not reliable or a paradigm that'll last.
Life is taxing, waxing, waning, a chore,
And at the moment its meaninglessness is a bore.
Mental constructs are merely convenience
Commonsense is inconsequence, hence let's dispense
With the nonsense, the pretense, and the confidence
That anyone knows a damn thing about anything
All these crystalline & adamantine
Systems and structures, edifications and forms,
Constellations of thought that get accepted as norms
Are empty, vacuous, vacant and void
There may be a truth but it's the solid colloid
That can't be seen through our gaseous solutions
As if they were ever solutions, more like dilutions
Of the truth let's admit it: we don't know shit.
If we admitted it, there could be no conflict,
Cos if we don't know anything, and everything's in doubt,
Then there really isn't anything to argue about.
Because if all views are void
There's no need to take a stand
When all our ideas come from a Lewis Carroll Wonderland.
So let's not argue, still let me leave with a word,
Even though it's totally bullshit, inane and absurd:
Though life taxes, waxes, wanes, is a chore,
Strive on, laughing till your abs are sore.