The Question of Scale

What if we are all just a cell
We look under microscopes
While balancing our dreams and hopes
And distract ourselves with heaven and hell

What if we are just a krill
Floating around in the water
With our sons and daughters
Waiting to be a whale’s meal

What if our existence is tinier than we think
If everything was small
We wouldn’t know at all
And we’re on an eye just about to blink

What if an atom is all we are
The oceans and wind
All the signals we send
And all of our pretty stars

What if our universe was someone else’s dream
Your mom and your dad
Angels good and demons bad
Him and her, you and me

The Question of Scale

michael wright

Hurricane, United States

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