• In its simplicity
    We orbit our own trajectories
    Never suspecting our orbs
    To sway along its way.

    Planets crash lightyears away
    Why can't mine?
    I am only a small compound
    Within this great macrocosm.

    The mystery lies in the middle
    Between one body to another
    Energy surrounds without words
    Flowing within one, traveling to others.

    Are we alone in this middle ground?
    Until we reach another distraction
    To entertain our turmoil-ed minds
    From our guileless lives...

    For what?
    Where are we traveling?
    If the path eventually ends,
    We will have nowhere to orbit...

    No journey is infinite
    And mine is undetermined
    I refuse to believe in destiny
    But I lose my self-control often..

    What it comes to is the same
    We all find our answers in a lie
    Lies that bring peace to the commotion
    Of our sonorous conundrums...
    ninja