Nano Nano

…..From vine to vine, flying through air, it’s in our genes to leave here, through portals we feel immortal, is this moral, we leave because we destroyed the coral; or is our escape apart of the creator’s plan to expand, out into perceivable space, we gaze through our instruments only to find we’ve flown through a body of atoms, with arms, legs, and a bright sunny face, than evasive maneuvers, to escape what looks to be an attempt to undo us, as if we’re a fly in gods kitchen, is it wrong to hope he has bad vision.