We question why is it that life,
Has a beginning, middle and end,
Yet space seems continuous,
Could you please help me comprehend?
A small spec of dust we are,
On a sea of psychedelic abstract,
Our universe is quite mediocre,
Comparing it to its extract.
Everlasting... what,
What is it that we seem to admire,
A lack of carbon energy,
Requiring us to wear glass hoods?
Why oh why is it existent,
Why does it ever be,
I still am boggled by this infinite setting,
Can it possibly be part of me?
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
We question why is it that life,
Has a beginning, middle and end,
Yet space seems continuous,
Could you please help me comprehend?
A small spec of dust we are,
On a sea of psychedelic abstract,
Our universe is quite mediocre,
Comparing it to its extract.
Everlasting... what,
What is it that we seem to admire,
A lack of carbon energy,
Requiring us to wear glass hoods?
Why oh why is it existent,
Why does it ever be,
I still am boggled by this infinite setting,
Can it possibly be part of me?
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