To be conscious
Isn't material
Or something tangible
But rather something ethereal
A fleeting idea of what's real
Intruding on the illusion
That we have all the solutions
Can't explain why
But I'm humbled to see through these eyes
Our echoing cry in the corner of the skies
Reminds me that
The shear gravity
Of just being
Is staggering
We exist in the blink of an eye
What a concept to be alive
To perceive is to conceive
In this moment its the beginning
Of the rest of your life
We are not immortalized
Our fate is demise
To no surprise
We fantasize to calm our cries
But its truly profound
That in the end
Never again will there be a sound
There's peace in that fact
That time isn't able to backtrack
What was meant to happen has passed
It couldn't last, but alas
This is precisely why the weight of being
Holds an astounding amount of meaning
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC
To be conscious
Isn't material
Or something tangible
But rather something ethereal
A fleeting idea of what's real
Intruding on the illusion
That we have all the solutions
Can't explain why
But I'm humbled to see through these eyes
Our echoing cry in the corner of the skies
Reminds me that
The shear gravity
Of just being
Is staggering
We exist in the blink of an eye
What a concept to be alive
To perceive is to conceive
In this moment its the beginning
Of the rest of your life
We are not immortalized
Our fate is demise
To no surprise
We fantasize to calm our cries
But its truly profound
That in the end
Never again will there be a sound
There's peace in that fact
That time isn't able to backtrack
What was meant to happen has passed
It couldn't last, but alas
This is precisely why the weight of being
Holds an astounding amount of meaning
Just by being alive, we're faced with many burdens that we can't fully comprehend, but that's why we need to allow ourselves joy while we're here for the little time that we have. Life can be as fulfilling as we make it. That's the message I'm trying to convey in the most realistic way.
