We live.
In our own heads
Defining the world
In our limited wisdom.
Like the world
Which had the earth
In the centre,
of the solar system.
The world around stays
Without mocking
Content in its being
Existing while it does.
Happy and distant.
Like a mushroom in the forest,
And like the far star of the universe.
Relative definitions,
Speaks of the being
While the ones ignorant
Live their dreams.
Knowing is not everything.
And everything can’t be known
If you know this, it might suffice
Defining the world from your existence,
You’re not here alone.
For a dog, you may be lifetime
For a moth, a passing spree.
The tortoise witnessed many like you
And more world than you,
Was seen by that age old tree.
We do this,
And again,
Just because we can.
Doesn’t dilutes the absolutes,
That everything’s gonna end,
Make hay while the sun shines,
Of the relative lifespans.