Cosmic Child

Reality is a foam. 

Made of bubbles

 of our living collective consciousness 

( conscious and subconscious)

This foam...

Clings to,

generates

and vibrates

strings of reality.

 (So say smarter people than me...)

Where there is no foam.. 

space expands...

torn apart by collective quantum gravity 

of all the  universi 

( i can make up words when u know what i mean right?)

 I see that gravity is to the universe as wind to the park 

Human Life is to that park 

As is a child who has 

the run of the place.

A place almost based in the same laws

We humans as a species have been obsessing

Over for generations....

Over thousands of years

We a cosmic child of ash

Embers on the solar wind...

Wreck-less, blundering

Self- ignorant

Self- unaware

Selfish...

Cosmic child