Of the Race
Our little universe and even littler minds
Wreak havoc in even the most innocent of places.
Impossible thoughts fragment our mortal bodies.
The human race – yes – and if this is a race
Then I am losing, hesitantly behind,
Staggering over untied laces
On my lace-less shoes.
I am surrounded by winners, but
Is here. The air is naked, but still I hear
The roar from the crowds.
Wait, no, that is no crowd, that is the earth.
Our little earth and even littler minds
Trying to comprehend things
That exist not to be understood
But rather to be as they are
In undisturbed peace, unbroken harmony.
Our little universe and our little minds,
In which even infinity has a finish line.