It’s a metaphorical
Cosmological search
Amongst the stars,
It’s a phantasmagorical
Mystery that’s at large,
Of where we came from
And who we exactly are,
It’s a catagorical
Beyond numerical
Fact that we exist at all,
A pure unbelievable
Awesome kind of miracle,
That we live and even breathe
On a planet that was once
A piece of an exploding star,
Yet here we are,
So why can’t we be happy
And why can we not share,
In the wonders of just being
Why do we have to make,
Life a endless state of suffering
When it’s possible, we could all,
Just simply get a long
And live in harmony and peace,
It always has been and always been
Right here within our grasp and reach.
fauxcroft 