Constants

The universe expands infinitely into itself
And the future yearns for the past
Just as the present yearns for the future

Life is an endless transition
From thought to pen to paper to word
To thought to pen to paper to word
And we take eyes for eyes
Until everyone can see
But the whole world is blind

We are dots on dust on velvet nothingness
But futility exists but only in the mind
And only if it is realized
Can we be free from its gnarled grasp

Those who think they are someone are no one
And those who think they are no one are someone
But perspective is skewed and jagged
Like space-time over a mountain

So the universe beats on endlessly
To the sound of distant drums
And a peculiarly played B flat
As I confuse blood and raspberries
And pretend to be profound