This little part, our corner

Our little dot in the galaxy

We’ve made something for ourselves, didn’t we?

Growth so slow, it’s unnoticeable

 

We war with ourselves because

we’re different or that the other has something we need

We reject and we’re afraid of the unknown

But we’ve enough history to learn

That rejecting the unknown won’t do any good

 

We think we have complete control over ourselves

We could be puppets of our own pasts

Others’ actions,

We could just be the results

Of a chain of events

That happened a million years ago

We’re simply going through the motions

 

We’re stuck

We are so stuck here in our little planet

It would take us a million years to get out of it

Or even see it for ourselves

For now, it’s our robots who are having fun

 

Most of all,

It’s so wack

that all we do

is stand back and watch

and let the everything unfold itself

whether we like it or not