Here we lay between the mountains and the sky
Wishing that the moon would move us as it does the tides
And our dreams line up likewise
Thinking that the rotation
Of these celestial creations
Could somehow mimic the movements
Of our minuscule lives
Men want to be god's
So we place ourselves at the center of these astronomic mechanisms
Thinking that somehow we can find meaning in them
Yet instead we build hollow beings
Shells meant to intimidate and support our screaming
Our theories on life and the philosophies on this inherent meaning
Or at least our perception thereof being biased
Towards our personal leanings
I mean
How can one think
That he has a part to play in the motion of the stars
The universe is an infinite play
And we are not the actors, or even on the stage
We are the audience left in awe
Awaiting the right moment to applause
What I am assured is going to be a monumental display