The Great Irony

Humanity’s greatest irony

Is the tragic projection of our gravest insecurity

To the land, we define every tree, flower, and creature

To the seas, we define every ocean, fish, and shell

To the skies, we define every layer, bird, and storm

From the smallest parts of an atom

To the ever expanding universe

Everything, even the undiscovered

We define and stand ready with our pens

Dying for another entry into our journal

However, there is one empty page

An empty page created at the dawn of our existence

It remains blank to this day

Cursed humans rendered confused

Either by consequence, chance, or coincidence

The result?

Lost souls on a never ending quest

Defining, creating and penning purpose

Scourging the earth and every planet

Hoping to find the answer

Whether it’s God, the universe, or just me

The laughs surely echo in the distance

Ahh the great irony

Rational beings blessed with opposable thumbs

Unable to grasp ourselves

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