Beyond Measure

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we are laughable, pathetic things
specs before creation, mere motes
money makes us feel like mountains
yet our sides aren’t climbed by goats
salvation is our most guarded fantasy
but we won’t admit the dream to our self
who are we to think we can be saviours
while thoughts of our own rescue stay boxed on a shelf?
we fear the quiet which penetrates our souls
and makes us question how we should act
that silence stops some subtle motion
whose movement lulls us not to question, what is fact?
we do what we know, we say what we think
and find some sort of peace of mind
while theories flow as the blood in our vessels
our explanations, through complacency, make us blind
so I pen to make you think I know
to think that you think this brings me pleasure
for I am a pathetic, laughable thing
who like you is powerful beyond measure