Craving answers
Searching souls for signs of designs by something divine
But it it there
Ambiguously existing, stretching and twisting
The Universe
Synapses firing, lines, patterns conspiring hiding
And in plain light
Subtle intricacies the cosmos is harmony
Delusion of consciousness
Intrusion by an anonymous
Figure
Gone without a whisper
Overshadowing the power of a finger and
trigger
Yet all there is is me and all that I am
The world is my vicinity and I do what I can
