The unity of the forces that made this place,
The sense in complexity that fills every space.
Me an observer, disturbing the flux,
Causing a change whenever i touch.
What is it to be? am 'i' in everything,
And is everything in 'me'.
Could it be that the depth is never ending,
And mans knowledge ever extending,
Will lead to him spending every last breath,
That man has to take,
On a journey which never was really his to make.
When all that we know, and all that we have
Has relented to time,
Will some other soul look up and see the same skies,
And ponder the same questions that i have tonight,
The only difference being space and time?