A Sphere Of Energy
The shape of reality must be a sphere;
within it; all life, rises; then falls
the sun is in charge of our atmosphere;
all energies exist; without walls.
What are the planets; just what do they do;
does their gravity keep things in line?
All things become old; and must be made new;
it all came about, by design.
Even influence is shaped as a sphere;
civilizations rise; then fall;
occaisionally, a new reality will appear;
tho there’s nothing really new, at all.
Life, like the ocean, ebbs and flows;
nothing present; is meant to last;
today’s reality; tomorrow; just goes;
all futures shall soon be past.
All these things that make up civilizations;
including all our dreams and fears;
everything born must endure confrontations;
all sorrows; relieved by our tears.
Tho it seems we live on a flat surface;
the earth is a sphere, too;
we aren’t here, to debate life’s purpose;
I must be me; and you must be you.
Life is the ocean; coming and going;
we’re reality; splashing ashore;
our ebb and flow, keeps us growing;
Divinity directs each encore.
Monty 2/8/24. # 1,984