Two balls of dimensional power-
Glaring at the light;
A projector of motion picture.
The trees are bodies of visibility,
But their roots are in another plane of existence,
Where our eyes cannot comprehend,
Because the bottom of the ocean is so deep,
We have amnesia when we get to the bottom,
Because the sky is so high- beyond is space of desirable sight.
People are like parasites,
Our microscopic lense awakens to the masses,
Rushing through their lives- like there is a finishing line.
There are no champions where there is no race,
A race of one but lives of many.
The individuals are the pieces to a puzzle of collective,
A hive of consciousness.
Can you open your eyes to the light,
or are you infected by the darkness?