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.
Copyright © Zackary Swinney | Year Posted 2014
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