To all that I've Missed/ The Unsensed Universe

Existing only within, choosing what to sense,

How cruel is our living, how cruel are we men.

All that the creator does, all that the creations do,

Choosing what to comprehend, how cruel are we men.

The sky, blues, the mirror, the fumes, a million sounds in this everlasting dream,

But only the millionth I presume, not even the thousandth I understand, how cruel are we men.

We boast and flaunder, in expense and in  liquor,

To no avail we suffer in our own misander visor,

In all that is to sense, we selfishly sense the miser,

I'm scared soon it'll all end, how cruel are we men.

But alas, it is how it's written, and it is how it'll be,

This nature of our's we'll have to befriend,

O' how cruel are we men.