Jan 2015
our egocentric presentism
colliding confidence and anxiety
faking our ability to be heartless,
godlike
hoping one day our masks will
glue to our face
who are we?
what a simple question,
anything and everything that ever existed
trapped in bodies with brains
that can't even understand its limits
let's act like we are all the cosmos
until we feel it's real
facts are facts
truth is truth
but i'm realizing
i've only scratched the surface on what
it means to be "you"
colliding confidence and anxiety
faking our ability to be heartless,
godlike
hoping one day our masks will
glue to our face
who are we?
what a simple question,
anything and everything that ever existed
trapped in bodies with brains
that can't even understand its limits
let's act like we are all the cosmos
until we feel it's real
facts are facts
truth is truth
but i'm realizing
i've only scratched the surface on what
it means to be "you"
a quote that inspired me a lot is, "Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven" (Alphonse de Lamartine). im just trying to convey how even though i know i'm part of the stars, i still don't know what it fully means to be godlike.
