I keep having this epiphany
Where I realize there's so much I don't see
Even the most genius of us are primitive
Mankind's knowledge only a derivative
Passed down from those before
We continuously ignore
That there is more
Our minds so blind
In view of the grand design
So little that we actually know
We catch only a glimpse of the whole show
Making grand gestures,
Look at us
We make such a fuss
But, as ants are to us
We are thus
We love and we hate
And boast of what we create
We get so lost in our situation
Incapable of perceiving the whole of creation
We speak of manifest destiny
And conquering from sea to sea
Truly this is our curse
We focus on a single verse
And Forget the vastness of the universe