We are all moving toward the sun.
Our destiny was always to become one
But like the zealot we get distracted by Gods
Like the completionist we get distracted by odds
Like the scientist we try say our fascinations
Are just an appreciation of natural machinations
And we know humility is a valuable skill
But we’re obsessed with aggressively asserting our will
The quiet, the silence…
Lost to gods, goals and science
Meditation. Hesitation.
Not allowed in this loud proud nation.
And here we are…
Moving toward the sun.
Our destiny was always to become one.
Keep grasping.
Maybe you can steal it!
Stand still.
And I guarantee you’ll feel it.
October's Mistake 