It’s hard not wonder what’s beyond the stars.
Not to have curiosity past the confines of visual modality.
To pretend that there’s nothing, no one behind the curtain.
The obstructing panoptic that we call “reality”.

How can one believe in nothing at all?
It’s like saying your appellation is Irony.
You might as well record the absence of sound.
For pursuing an existence without means must be agony.

I like to hear every claim, every notion.
To understand every angle of this amorphous humanity.
Yet, I can’t help but dare to wish, want, and pray…
That the world could distinguish the truth from insanity.