Other than the mystics, we are clueless.
Self-absorbed in our daily rumblings.
Completely overcome with importance.
Entirely obsessed with sensibilities.
Beyond a few discoveries, we are blind.
Carry on with the telescopes and missions.
Deep space dimensions are relative too.
The answers can be predicted with math.
Despite soul chasers, we are peaceful.
Intentionally oblivious to instabilities.
Consciously creating active diversions.
Allowing life to fill the blanks with color.
Throughout our existence, we are miracles.
These bodies of complicated systems.
Minds of imaginations and curiosities.
Souls that yearn and burn with emotion.
