Stanza 1:
The earth is spinning
And we are soaring
Violently tearing
Trembling.
Galaxies
spiraling,
Particles
barreling,
All toward
collision.
The mysterious,
our universe flaunts
daily arresting
Chorus 1:
Stare at the clouds and find solace.
Stare at the stars and find grace.
Stanza 2:
Travel back in time
under the blanket:
The cosmos
The Lions and Bears,
The serpents of old,
Our blanket
Covered our parents,
And covers us now.
Imagine.
Imagine a time
when lights lit the sky.
Watch closely.
The earth was our stage
To watch and be watched.
We’re moving.
Chorus 2:
We traveled in random courses.
Courses which carried our platform.
Stanza 3:
Picture the story
Drove them to glory,
The power.
Imagine a time
where narratives climb,
where stories are shared
by people;
Where collectives thrive
And people do feel
The stories.
The glories are theirs
The memories are
their passion.
Chorus 3:
Tales of bravery.
Tales of treachery.
Tales of liberty.
Stanza 4:
Step back, imagine
A desolate world.
No life here.
All that we heard was
The crashing of waves
Far away.
Explosions up above
Rolling in the clouds
Further still.
God may have formed it.
Gods may have born it.
Pantheons
Myriads
Chorus 4:
But mystery still calls:
There could have been nothing.
Stanza 5:
The resonating,
Reverberating,
Question captivates,
“Who the hell am I?”
The sky and the land
The oceans and sand,
The plains, the Tundra
Command us.
The birds and the herd
The fish and the crab
The cattle, the beast
Command us!
“Be silent
Be still-
Be quiet
And feel-
Embrace mystery."