| Imagine a drifting seed, at the whim of the current it sees, | 
| Vast distances, lands, and seas, only able to capture what it, | 
| Seizes upon, leading it on, forever gone, | 
| Breathing on, until the, current’s gone, forever gone. | 
| Imagine the body alive, senses driving the animal live, | 
| Through the air, land, and sea they arrive, yet its only through others that | 
| they keep, | 
| Thriving on, until they, are gone, forever gone, | 
| Subsiding on, all the, life withdrawn, forever gone. | 
| The Cosmist | 
| Imagine sentient existence, that we know, | 
| All through our own experiences. | 
| The only whims, (We're thrust upon…), | 
| We aren’t condemned, (To carry on…), | 
| All the variables that we now rely on, | 
| (Just can’t compare…), | 
| To the variables that we all belie on, | 
| (Still unaware…) | 
| The inevitably opening eyes will see… | 
| The Terrans | 
| Control is a bitter illusion, despite whatever our conclusion, | 
| We must all abide, by the wind and the tide. | 
| The Cosmists | 
| Though the winds will go their separate ways, I find, | 
| Myself being pulled apart in ways, aligned… | 
| The Cosmist | 
| …To colors blind, so uninclined, | 
| To bear in mind… | 
| The Cosmists | 
| I’m unconfined, | 
| This time! | 
| The Terran | 
| The variables become, an infinite unending spectrum, | 
| So then do we just succumb, or do we pursue the total sum? | 
| The Cosmists | 
| In our little lives, we are all pursuing meaning, | 
| Rarely it arrives, without one of us intervening, | 
| All of it. | 
| So step, out of my way now, | 
| If anything, I’ll intervene, on anything, that I can glean, | 
| My hands around, these hands around! | 
| Thought I, represent ways how, | 
| We’re progressing, life spreading wing, still what we bring, is anything, | 
| But common ground… | 
| No common ground!!! |