The Eyes Of LucretiusPhilosophy
18 Jul 2014
Death is only a whisper into the darkness ahead
Away from what our hearts desire
Like a shooting star streaking in the night sky
My eyes are real to see it pass by
Like atoms in a void of emptiness
Racing by one another attuned to their own melody
With an unknown chance to create something new
The sensuality of collision draws my hope upon humanity
That a chance will always live in our existence
I am for I live upon the earth that does not know me
But to a universe that never ends I am not alone.