String Theory
I can see through your eyes
And what haunts them from behind
Afflicted by your irrational fears
And the concept of fleeting time
How many pages are left in your story,
And if you ever amounted to anything,
Questioning the fundamentals of reality
And if everything reroutes back to nothing
But what you can’t seem to grasp
Is the true insignificance of it all
Life is woven into the most complex pattern
Made by a string from the simplest ball of yarn
Humanity, and all of our little worries
Are just a thread fraying off the blanket
Try your best to ignore the monsters in the fold
And find the reasons why to be thankful for it











