The Astronaut – 2nd June 2022

Flying, high above the ground
Wind rushing through tangled hair
Unaware of any given sound
Down on the ground, down there
Searching, this view from on high
All concerns, petty in perspective
Ants too busy to scan the sky
Asking why to God’s directive
Building, a world to call a home
Each step a web of confusion
Illusion, atoms split to be alone
Formed hearts of stone and brought delusion


Those whom know all the answers, just haven’t asked all the questions.

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