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