Imagine a drifting seed, at the whim of the current it sees
Vast distances, lands, and seas, only able to capture what it
Seizes upon, leading it on, forever gone

Breathing on, until the, current's gone, forever gone
Imagine the body alive, senses driving the animal live
Through the air, land, and sea they arrive, yet its only through others that they keep
Thriving on, until they, are gone, forever gone
Subsiding on, all the, life withdrawn, forever gone
The Cosmist
Imagine sentient existence, that we know
All through our own experiences
The only whims, (We're thrust upon)
We aren't condemned, (To carry on)
All the variables that we now rely on
(Just can't compare)
To the variables that we all belie on
(Still unaware)

The inevitably opening eyes will see
The Terrans
Control is a bitter illusion, despite whatever our conclusion
We must all abide, by the wind and the tide
The Cosmists
Though the winds will go their separate ways, I find
Myself being pulled apart in ways, aligned
The Cosmist
To colors blind, so uninclined
To bear in mind
The Cosmists
I'm unconfined
This time!
The Terran

The variables become, an infinite unending spectrum
So then do we just succumb, or do we pursue the total sum?
The Cosmists
In our little lives, we are all pursuing meaning
Rarely it arrives, without one of us intervening
All of it
So step, out of my way now
If anything, I'll intervene, on anything, that I can glean
My hands around, these hands around!
Thought I, represent ways how
We're progressing, life spreading wing, still what we bring, is anything
But common ground
No common ground!!!