People want to create
Their own versions
Of reality
Sometimes they're
Successful
These people usually
Are only a danger
To themselves
Individual choices
Make little difference
When the whole world
Is against you
There is greatness
In serving
It behooves us
To keep in mind
The effects
Of our mortality
My comprehension
Stops at the shore
That lies at an
Ocean of information
These processes
Go on in almost
Infinite progression
Headed toward
A state of stasis
Where molecules
Move in slow motions
And atoms
Are easy to see
What need have we
Of the truth
Don't we have
Everything else
