My Epic
Men In Little Houses
We cannot begin to see the realms beyond peripheryThese ghosts and odd anomalies that whisper of realityBut modern man is so adept at skimming past the ocean's depthsFrom shoal to shore but still convincedWe can't feel the spinning underneathThis globe rotates and no one perceivesWe're so small but man always believeswe are the center, measure of all thingsIf this is where we lie, some place between the matter and the mystifiedAnd only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe insideMaybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyesAnd prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of lifeWe are so small
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