Born into oblivion, magnified by youth
Onto the vast lens of this place called earth,
We see but a speck, though to us it’s our truth
For we’ve known nothing else since our birth.
Our hearts latch on, our nails scrape the walls
Because we fear the unknown outside of our hands;
We perceive as torrents these delicate squalls,
We know not the unlimited measure of sands.
But then in the scope, corrected is our gaze
As we recognize the frailty of our souls;
It is now that we’re found yet lost in this maze
That tugs on us from those opposite poles.
We question our vigor, we doubt our past
For the myth of infancy has been derailed,
And silently we pause to sigh, alas,
Until we admit that life’s short, and we’re frail.