ponder as you would with only a soul

in the grand scheme of things,
where do we fit in?

in the immensity of creation,
timeless as it is vast,
what are we, if not insignificant?

the endless expanse of the universe,
coupled with the infinite realm of the mind,
leaves us lost.

lost not because we lack a purpose,
but because our purpose is paltry.

obsession over the minuscule plane that we inhabit
leads us to lose perspective

emotions and feelings
cloud our manipulated, molded minds

the pursuit of pleasure
satisfies nothing.
She is a temptress, a mirage
in a desert created for us, by us.

gratification
is a god we shamelessly worship

we bleed our essence
and sell our insides.
for gods who are built of clay.

artificial deities
grip our souls
keep us in line.
while we smile

a smile carved on our faces
by the knife of conformity

solace is sought
in the hearts of others
while we hold ours
beating and bleeding
in our hands

we seek to live out eternity
in the comfort of company
with the approval of our
flawed gods

but what is our eternity
if not a fleeting moment.
a teardrop of rain
that falls on the leaf of existence
and is dried up instantly
by the cruelty that is the sun.