We are embarrasing the Universe.

I only open up when I must.
It is shameful to see yourself conveyed telling
the truth about life
with the embarrising honesty that this world holds.

I am at the top of the mountain
in the nest of an eagle screaming out
the blabber people hardly listen to.

I scream the story that noone tells.
I blabber the impulses that dwel within the minds of our people.
Why must I be the mockery.

I am the conveyer of everything I know, black and white.

I don't understand why we don't appreciate the value of truth.
Art.
Music.
Story.
Miracles.

Understand that our lives are filled with magical phenomenons
Prodigies, that we as humans have never been able
and never will be able to conseptualize.
Know that we have little control over what is actualy happening.

Life is much bigger than you and I.
You do not control wether you live or die.

Yet, we seek to destroy.
Hungry, for lifes tresures.
And we marvel at very things that come from this planet.
This world.

We are but a spec in an entire universe powered by the sun.
Another spec in the universe.
Our source of light and life is a spec.

I'm not the judge.
I am only myself ,conveyed telling the truth about life
with the embarrising honesty that this world holds.

I guess I never really understood why it is that we don't appreciate
things unless they can deteriorate.
Unless they are able to be taken from us at a moments notice.
Out of our lives forever.

I believe that it is simply because we do the same.
I mean why have something
if it will live longer than you?
Right?
Or why poses a truth about life and values
when you know that it will sustain until the rapture?

We are so ignorant.
Dumbfounded by existences we have never seen.
Our brain is something like a memory card.
Basically speaking or course,
we know nothing but what we see and hear.