We Are
students of the universe
where even lonely little pluto streaks faster
through the infinite limits of time and space and knowledge
faster even than we can move
our mouths
while we’re sitting in class waiting
for the world to be created on the board before us
We are students of the universe
where even lonely little pluto
is just another one of us
one small child on the fringes of existence
where even just one of us
is enough
to shove us through another day
and there’s always at least one of us
listening for a new way to define the lines
of maybe this is ok? Or maybe we should try this some other day
because we’ve got time, there’s plenty of time, there will always be time
And it’s a crime when you run out
We are students of the universe
searching for so many solutions
to start ourselves a new revolution
but we’re running out of room to believe when our survival is so guaranteed
and evolution can only push us so far
when our solutions are only calculations
and our days our only palpitations of a dying generation
still in their prime
but losing motivation for the regeneration of creation
And this concept of healing
is harder even than dreaming, dreaming
of all the new things we could make
to help us escape this mortality
And this concept of dreaming is harder than we realize
And it’s even more difficult to instigate feeling
in this crowd of irregular geniuses
But
We are students of the universe
and we’re a whole ’nother breed
a different species
reciting our creed to “accept the greater challenge”
when the challenge is even greater still than any one of us
and even lonely little pluto
can’t even begin to guess
how to face this mess
and it’s a fantastic place filled with all the mistakes
of the human race
it’s a battle to finish an uphill race, still breathing
and it seems like the only substance we have to get us through the night
is our youthful eyes and our sets of equations which don’t always work for us
and our solutions are only calculations
and our days are only palpitations of a dying generation
still in their prime
but losing motivation for the regeneration of creation
But
We are students of the universe
and even the slightest insightful verse
will set us forward in perpetual motion
and instigate some sincere emotion
in this crowd of irregular geniuses
Because WE ARE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSE
and even lonely little pluto understands the idea
that you can’t go home again