To look above, to the sky,
Into the clouds, planets, stars and galaxies,
To wonder how vast the universe,
incomprehensible in our minds,
A breath in a pot of catharsis, alive in entropy,
Does it matter?
Our human lives?
How do we get up the food chain of control?
How do we understand energies that made us?
How do we understand the ultimate?
How do we understand God?
A look closer into this pot of entropy,
we have a gift, a gift with which we contribute,
The gift of a mind to create, to evolve with every single moment,
A gift of creation, creating our multiverse,
One that is not a place or time but a function of both place and time,
A multiverse called life,
Think of it, the number of times we’ve grown,
We’ve grown exponentially, physically and mentally,
The number of lives we’ve lived, the number of personalities we’ve been?
Number of lives we’ve been a part of, number of lives we’ve influenced,
The lives we’ve saved, number of lives we’ve killed,
So what’s the struggle all about you ask?
We build ourselves to combine with another,
The experience of which, an explosion of our inner verses,
Billions of electrical impulses, signalling release of a cocktail of evolutionary matter,
Matter that gives us our shape and form,
We wage battles both internally and externally,
To hand over the gift to the best of us,
Understand this, you are the best nature could offer right now,
If you weren’t, you wouldn’t exist,
We are beings, living the gift, handed down to us, reality we call it,
That function of space and time you are at right now,
Some of us confused, some of us determined,
Determined to influence the experience of others,
Believing in a delusion, more we influence, more we experience,
Some of us, stuck in a loop of belief systems, fed into our minds as young people,
Failing to get past these systems, failing to realize,
We are dynamic, so is our multiverse,
The need for action, not as kids,
More so as grown humans, we’ve lost track of our realities,
Trying to find meaning in someone else’s reality,
Failing to understand, our experience, confined only to our multiverse,
Doesn’t transend into the experience of others,
Although we have another gift, the gift of connection with other beings, a common thread,
Cannot influence realities, only thoughts,
A prolonged effort into which,
Reason for displeasure, discourse, discomfort and discontentment,
An effort into connecting with yourself, an excersise practised by a very few,
Leads us into knowing the self, we’ve been gifted with,
We build numerous worlds in a bid to make a perfect world for us, and our loved ones,
Only to realize the truth, a perfect world, our perfect multiverse,
Always a distant reality, never in the moment, a reality,
We exist, therefore we create, creation engrained in our very nature,
In our pursuits, we’ve been able to build a world, outside of our immediate reality,
More so, a clone of realities we wish to experience, truly metaphysical,
Worlds built on the nothingness of our minds,
A creative abyss of endless realities, moments and lives,
We yearn to stitch this new reality into the fabric of our self, our immediate realities,
Playing god in our new hybrid realities,
Endless new stories, new hopes, new worlds,
We’re living an entropy, a time bomb of experiences,
An energy build up and release,
Is death the ultimate experience, ultimate orgasm?
We are a contradiction, an entropy on a tiny scale,
Mindful as we are, the worlds we create,
The stories we live, positives and negatives,
We try bringing order into the chaos of another,
Losing connect with the chaos brewing within,
Failing to recognize the god in us, consciously giving birth to actions,
Unbeknownst to the worlds within us,
A connect between our worlds, love and acceptance of the self an obvious result,
A peaceful life,
The universe we’ve set out to explore, leaving behind a multiverse to implore.
