Wrapped up in self importance it suddenly occurs to me
That the so called bigger picture is the thing we fail to see.
We strut around like peacocks with an air of arrogance
And though we think we lead we’re being led in this great dance.
A speck upon the canvas of this work of art we are,
We hide between some planets sitting by a shining star
In a Milky Way that is, at best, a tiny little fraction
Of a universe that looks at us with much dissatisfaction.
We talk about observing life from a macrocosmic view,
But in practice, we clearly struggle to see past the ME or YOU.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying this is bad
It is in our human nature, I just think that it is sad!
It’s a crying shame that we can choose so freely to ignore
The edges of the picture or the frame that holds much more
Than the black and white and greyish shades that people recognise
As the only colours in their life, if they just opened their eyes
To see the splash of colour that’s occurring all around them
And devour sensual stimulators with a slight reckless abandon.
If you’ve taken time to read this then I hope you’ve understood
That without the bigger picture nothing ever looks as good.
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