Men In Little Houses - My Epic

We cannot begin to see

the realms beyond

the periphery.

These ghost and odd anomalies

that whisper of reality.

But modern man is so adept

at skimming past the ocean’s depths.

From Sheol to shore but still convinced.

We can’t feel the spinning underneath.

This globe rotates and no one perceives.

We’re so small but man always believes

we are the center, measure of all things.

If this is where we lie,

some place between the matter and the mystified.

And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside.

Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.

And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life.

We

Are

So

Small.

This is where we lie,

some place between the matter and the mystified.

What if all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.

What if all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.

Oh it’s so small.