Why do I feel like I've seen far more than my actual time on earth?
Why does the heart seem so burdened and heavy?
Why are the things around me out of control and beyond my means?
The world is huge and lofty
Mere humanity, with egos larger than life
Attempts to build a palace from their flimsy nests
Which gets crumbled by the sweep of the earth
Did we realise we were'nt made to reign
But only made in our own limits
To be accountable watchmen
Of the things bestowed to us
Issues come crashing to us like the tidal waves
What can we do?
We are as small as the ants to the waves
We patch on the delicate surface
Which simply gets torn
With just a ripple from the waters
Did we realise we were not made to reign
A huge world with its universe will not be tamed by men
The cosmic laws bow not to us
What is man?
Who appears like a mist in this place
And vanishes soon after,
Leaving but a little trace?
