My Epic Men In Little Houses
We cannot begin to see the realms beyond periphery
These ghosts and odd anomalies that whisper of reality
But modern man is so adept at skimming past the ocean's
depths
From shoal to shore but still convinced
We can't feel the spinning underneath
This globe rotates and no one perceives
We're so small but man always believes
We are the center, measure of all things
If this is where we lie, some place between the matter
and the mystified
And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe
inside
Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that
escape our eyes
And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the
mysteries of life
We are so small
