We have created paths
Where there were none
Humanity marches on
Roads interconnected
With ambitions
So many crossroads’
Crowd of humanity
Wading though
To reach someone else’s
Destination
Roads shall remain
New crowd will join
Same roads and destinations
It’s time to take
A different route

hot tears roll down my cheeks
as I try to scrub away the cells
that have known your toxic touch
and the cells that have felt your soft kiss
because I can't take it anymore
I simply cannot take this feeling
I've been touched by too many and
I just can't take it anymore.
I do not ever want to be touched again,
not by him nor her nor anyone else on this
godforsaken planet...
not even myself.

I'm trying to open the door for you but it's like your afraid to come inside
you never know what to say to me, I can see it in your campfire eyes
but staying silent isn't any better than not saying something right
though your words usually hurt
and one of us always tries to apologize.

I know you didn't ask for broken but these days I'm trying my best
to mend my own wounds and refill this emptiness in my chest
I wouldn't expect you to understand or make attempt to fix my mistakes
just hold me when I'm falling
because sometimes even I am scared of my own pain.

Our scientists say that before The Big Bang
There was Nothing
And therefore
No God.

Through red-shifted space they “see”
Back to The Beginning.
Exploding Singularity.
A photon winks into existence
And BOOM.

Yes they are conceited enough to think
That all we see is all there is to know.
Like people pre-Pythagoras
Who thought the Earth was flat
They Lord it
With Confidence.

Yet Eternal Infinity
Beckons us on.

A light year is 5,878,499,810,000 miles.
An estimated 81,000 years Ion-Drive flight to the nearest star.
About 100 thousand million galaxies in the universe:
70 thousand million million million stars.
But we know it all.

Some say our universe is a bubble
Growing within another
Like a baby in a womb.

Some say it will grow forever,
Slowly petering out
‘Til all is cold.
Others that it will stop, shrink
Implode
Then be reborn
With another Big Bang.

Who knows what will happen?
Not me.

Paul Butters