A Galactic Misunderstanding

Hey yer, you’re all alone
this tiny rock circling the sun
with all it’s life in isolation
one itty-bitty part of all creation
yer, you’re all alone

And although in complexity
the organisation of miracles 
is the virtual improbability of your existence
still in wondering why
you can even open your eyes
is but an after thoughts quantum of impossibility

Yer, you’re all alone
minuscule spec and mote
single solitary of sentient obsession
with nothing else that can be
but an atom of conscious entropy
there is nothing out there really

You’re just a scrapbook of dogma and ideology
a pitiful attempt of making sense
counting the stars inside a galaxy
yep, you’re all alone
grain of sand next to the sea
oops there goes another accident of eternity

While the miraculous occurs constantly
and still you try so very hard to believe

Yep you’re all alone, sorry to say
and terribly sorry
the inconsequential dew drop of your life's history
the what I, where I and all about
the great big purposeful questions of piffling doubt
count the stars in numberless galaxies

Oh but dead, death and end will be
and oh my god what then will happen to me
as dust and bones
and totally empty
here in the embrace of this eternal
must you face some recognition of your purpose

While the miraculous occurs constantly
and still you try so very hard to believe

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