| Imagine a drifting seed, at the whim of the current it sees,
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| Vast distances, lands, and seas, only able to capture what it,
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| Seizes upon, leading it on, forever gone,
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| Breathing on, until the, current’s gone, forever gone.
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| Imagine the body alive, senses driving the animal live,
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| Through the air, land, and sea they arrive, yet its only through others that
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| they keep,
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| Thriving on, until they, are gone, forever gone,
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| Subsiding on, all the, life withdrawn, forever gone.
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| The Cosmist
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| Imagine sentient existence, that we know,
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| All through our own experiences.
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| The only whims, (We're thrust upon…),
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| We aren’t condemned, (To carry on…),
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| All the variables that we now rely on,
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| (Just can’t compare…),
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| To the variables that we all belie on,
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| (Still unaware…)
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| The inevitably opening eyes will see…
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| The Terrans
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| Control is a bitter illusion, despite whatever our conclusion,
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| We must all abide, by the wind and the tide.
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| The Cosmists
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| Though the winds will go their separate ways, I find,
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| Myself being pulled apart in ways, aligned…
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| The Cosmist
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| …To colors blind, so uninclined,
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| To bear in mind…
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| The Cosmists
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| I’m unconfined,
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| This time!
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| The Terran
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| The variables become, an infinite unending spectrum,
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| So then do we just succumb, or do we pursue the total sum?
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| The Cosmists
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| In our little lives, we are all pursuing meaning,
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| Rarely it arrives, without one of us intervening,
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| All of it.
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| So step, out of my way now,
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| If anything, I’ll intervene, on anything, that I can glean,
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| My hands around, these hands around!
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| Thought I, represent ways how,
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| We’re progressing, life spreading wing, still what we bring, is anything,
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| But common ground…
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| No common ground!!! |