Universal Eye
December 13, 2013
3:38am
Sometimes in the dead of night, my sleeping soul will stir
And gaze up at the universe, wondering what could be out there.
And as I sit there thinking in the quiet and the dark
I cannot help but feel small and lost in a world too big for me.
The stars above may long be dead, lost in the spectrum of time
But their light travels on in spite of it all, eager to meet my eye,
Me. I, who am just a tiny dot in the eternal, am greeted by a heavenly host
That is probably lost to man, and has been for centuries.
But even as I stare into the eternal darkness and the space
I also see the little dots lighting it up, and I think
If a flaming ball of gas that is dead can reach my eye,
Than maybe I could reach its. The eye of the universe.
And maybe, I can beat all odds that are pitted against me.
Then, small little me will not just reach the space's eye
But I will change it as well.
I can and will change the universe.
