Imagine you are God
Or an astronaut
Watching from above
Watching people go about their daily lives
You see them move in their small spaces
To the grocery store
They only have so many miles till empty
They’ll run through these paths till they die
So zoom out a bit you see a city and all of its little people
When you’re watching from space it doesn’t seem like time really matters
So what do we rush for?
And what’s the point of existence on this little blue and green planet when you can see galaxies beyond?