Waves floating over the ocean
are oblivious to the currents beneath the sea
or the moon
are needing that number after infinity
that even infinity is expanding
while nothing compares to nothing
though did we ever see nothing in the first place?
And why this need for any sense of reality at all?
What makes the mind scratch for patterns in the eye of chaos?
Drawing on mythology and constellations is our grammar
we know nothing
though we’re too smart to know something
cause we’ve got a name for everything
even little breaks of light
a million years sleeping
are still creeping
light speeding fleeting
through an endless ocean of night
giving the moon its glow
and the earth its sight.