The Weight of the Universe

The briefest time Is all we have to shine Within this hollow home We open wide Our gaze toward the skies An endless road to roam Questioning the reason to help us grow Philosophising answers that we can't know Expectation trembles before the whole In trepid flight An interstellar climb Going it alone Yet what we'll find When innocence expires A certainty unknown Searching ever onward, a trail long cold The weight of all creation exacts its toll Universal ignorance, the status quo Burdened wisdom To bear such loaded intention Assuming collective reason is an answer and not a symptom A symptom of a problem, of a nightmare, of a dystopian ruin