The universe is cold
Kind of imminent
Sort of menacing
Very lonely
Somewhat inviting
With a whirlpool of possibilities,
Problems,
And scratching heads attached to confused people
But the universe is a reminder
That maybe it's kind of like us
That maybe we're both as small as we thought
And as large as we dream to be
We're just as confused
As to why people are poking and prodding
Into our insides,
Even though we're pretty thorough and uniform
And if a human is like a universe
It kind of seems like the universe
Doesn't really want to be figured out, either.