Death, Humanity and the Universe
Death will occur, everything ends,
It could be a meteor, crashing into our world to cause
Huge typhoons that drown
And pull us down,
Filling billions of trickling lungs,
That burst like swelling balloons,
Drowning all life that once grew rife,
Followed by Winters and nights,
Or it could knock off our orbit,
Change direction, set a course for the sun,
Burning the Earth to nothing but rock,
Stripping all we, and nature, have made, into atoms.
The other way it could push is out,
Into the coldness of nothing, freezing over
Away from the comfort of the inferno.
These immense bodies are far larger
Than our home, our minds, which fail
To comprehend the size and capabilities
Of these beings of space.
Our time in existence is short and sad,
Like all species we last a mere flash in the
Universe, so much bigger and longer, more
Important than anything occurring on our watery
Stone. With so much else going on,
Happening everywhere all at once,
More fascinating and important than what you want,
Nothing you do here matters to the universe,
Only to the small shell in which we reside.
Pointless, tiny, we go about our business,
Following the flow of humanity on our rounded organism,
Alone in our darkness, the race destined to eventually finish.
But the rest of the lively, infinite dark
Carries on without our dull presence,
A space larger than our collective imagination,
Every measurement filled with unimaginable wonders-
If only the word we created to describe this concept
Was actually understood.
And on our planet that's bursting
With population and hate, illogical suppression of freewill,
Greed, stupidity, closed minds and blind eyes,
The inevitability of death is brought earlier by ourselves.
Are we so despicable that we can not stand ourselves?
So inferior and flawed, that we know it won't matter?
While pondering upon the feeling of the end,
Uncomfortable and painful,
The means would depend,
How can one imagine how it feels,
For all muscles to stop, to be starved of breath,
Your heart lays still, your mind readies for death.
So why wait for a stray member of our race,
To suddenly decide to cut my pace?
Why not leave myself in peace
To safely give my body release.
This death, this suffering,
Is constantly happening,
It has to in order for others to grow,
A consistent ripple of loss and disappearance,
This pain must happen, a rule of nature.
This pain must happen.
It could be a meteor, crashing into our world to cause
Huge typhoons that drown
And pull us down,
Filling billions of trickling lungs,
That burst like swelling balloons,
Drowning all life that once grew rife,
Followed by Winters and nights,
Or it could knock off our orbit,
Change direction, set a course for the sun,
Burning the Earth to nothing but rock,
Stripping all we, and nature, have made, into atoms.
The other way it could push is out,
Into the coldness of nothing, freezing over
Away from the comfort of the inferno.
These immense bodies are far larger
Than our home, our minds, which fail
To comprehend the size and capabilities
Of these beings of space.
Our time in existence is short and sad,
Like all species we last a mere flash in the
Universe, so much bigger and longer, more
Important than anything occurring on our watery
Stone. With so much else going on,
Happening everywhere all at once,
More fascinating and important than what you want,
Nothing you do here matters to the universe,
Only to the small shell in which we reside.
Pointless, tiny, we go about our business,
Following the flow of humanity on our rounded organism,
Alone in our darkness, the race destined to eventually finish.
But the rest of the lively, infinite dark
Carries on without our dull presence,
A space larger than our collective imagination,
Every measurement filled with unimaginable wonders-
If only the word we created to describe this concept
Was actually understood.
And on our planet that's bursting
With population and hate, illogical suppression of freewill,
Greed, stupidity, closed minds and blind eyes,
The inevitability of death is brought earlier by ourselves.
Are we so despicable that we can not stand ourselves?
So inferior and flawed, that we know it won't matter?
While pondering upon the feeling of the end,
Uncomfortable and painful,
The means would depend,
How can one imagine how it feels,
For all muscles to stop, to be starved of breath,
Your heart lays still, your mind readies for death.
So why wait for a stray member of our race,
To suddenly decide to cut my pace?
Why not leave myself in peace
To safely give my body release.
This death, this suffering,
Is constantly happening,
It has to in order for others to grow,
A consistent ripple of loss and disappearance,
This pain must happen, a rule of nature.
This pain must happen.