The universe is existent without us.
We don’t give the universe meaning;
rather we need to extract significance from it,
to empower ourselves.

What sense can souls that cuss before they pray, make?

So should we look above the minute details, of skin and hair?
Listen beyond the politics of the human race.
Feel past the comfort of a silky chase.

What about the empty space within us,
and the one exceeding into outer space?
There is still so much to know and explore.
And yet we tussle in the familiar,
over and over, creating a mess.

I don’t know how they do it.
All I want to do is, be happy and pursue a rationale.
Not one that involves judging others, and dragging them down.
Not one that entails, spitting shit out of my mouth.
Not one that cries of desperation and degrade.
Not a life full of pointless fears.

I want an existence, of smiles,
one without blood stained lips.
I want to understand the world,

without fueling any hate.
I want to see the atoms engage,
without blasting each others face.

There is no race, not human nor intellectual.
It is present only, in our self-made,
insecure cage.