Why Looking Out From In Yields No Answers

The facts of life

Enter as observation tickles the back of your neck

And sensations thicken…

When haste tells the rest of your opinion

You read from what is written

Smallest to large; the perspective from an atom’s merge

Thinking to know why life gets stricken

And why it shouldn’t

 

It must be nice to think you know all of the answers

Like, “why we are bound to cower”

Everything is blindly clear to you and your follower

An easy scapegoat against our obvious simpler purpose

 

We must understand that

Life is less specific, life kills life to survive

We are all part of the same hive

All part of the clock that struggles to tick

The horrific is actually the salvation to evolution

 

Larger scopes yield less scraps

Everything you care about is all fluffed up crap

Look from far away, everything blends

Multiples seem to stop

The farther you see from away the more simplified answers get

Yield to distance

Look, figure, and then resolve

Entrance yourself within our farce

The farce you’re temporarily born into

It passes quickly so

Instill in and accept, revolve, then resolve;

An outer body experience may yield all the answers

Author's Note

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