Getting Off Track
While your walking around the world
In your own world
Looking up to the clouds
Let them hypnotize you
Watching time move into different shapes and forms
Watching them
You become them
Your energy transfers into the clouds and vise versa
Slowly floating into space
Space is space
Is that really simple of a name for such a mind bending world?
It's another level for a world
People like to think they know it all
Their not going to know what hit them
I wonder how its all going to end?
Hundreds, thousands, millions of pennants and animals running in fear
Right at that moment nothing has any meaning anymore
But the realness trying to fight it's way from the terror
The questions always 'why'
Why can't the answer just be
'because it just is'
Technically its not lying
Humans have to be curious about every damn thing
Didn't curiosity kill the cat?
(What does that even mean? Why a cat? Can't it kill anything?)
Humans are still like children
Always on the go
Won't ever be satisfied with one answer
IS it actually written in stone that humans are the superior race?
Ego trip; out of whack
Will it ever stop?
Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014
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