The Great Collide

Interwoven between big and small. An infinite reality with finite exposure. What good is living if we cannot but crawl? To ponder is to question composure. I cannot understand the notion of nothing, when the senses are so real. if I'm just energy compressed In form, why am I able to feel? Are we the only ones that gets to be conscious in our observation? Do the stars look back in frustration? Wondering why we cannot fathom the effect of our delusion. Are we here for seclusion? Too far gone to re try and reuse us? The universe speaks and I cannot understand. Are we meant to evolve or hide in the sand? Distract ourselves from true wonder and thought. I'd like to think there was a time that we all just forgot. We knew who we were and where to go. We, like the sky meant to grow. Everything and nothing, the great collide. We could not hold together long enough to align.