Consciousness

In this metaphorical poem, consciousness is adressing the species it's accompanying and speaking about the journey they've had so far and about what's to come. I hope this offers you a new perspective!

Poem image by Eric Weidner (Project-Collage on Tumblr). I strongly recommend checking his work!

Eyes locked with the void,
you're trying to draw strength yet that has only made you more paranoid.
Aspiring to rise and to go far and wide,
yet the power that motivates you is as well, harsh laws you have to abide.

What are you, you fragile piece of stardust ?
A colossal god, or a feather desperately facing a blast ?
What defines you ? Is it a glory which grasping is a must,
or a continuous strive to avoid an omnipotent power whose touch makes you rust ?

Look beyond the void, look farther.
Yes it is me, now; as you felt my presence; seeming closer.
I am the void and I am the matter.
I am the one who made it all matter.

Am I a soul given by the father ?
Am I a substance that makes your mind blather ?
Am I the lucky offspring of randomness and water ?
What I know is that we are connected, and a fall from you my existence would shatter.

My purpose is to try to breathe purpose in your life,
and the more you roam this world, the stronger it gets, my drive.
Your skin might be thin, your limbs might be weak and sometimes it might be challenging to stay alive.
I shall remain humble for my presence is as well vulnerable, yet we seem to find utter joy when in the unknown we dive.

I have spent centuries questioning things and here I am, still loyal to my old habit.
I have even started a poem written in your honor by questioning and interrogating you, but I know that you love it.
After all, it is thanks to my questions and to your sleepless nights that to our favor, we have changed this planet,
and the back of your head would have been so heavy, had it been silent.

Let us embrace the immense universe as it guarantees endless adventures.
Let us discover and rediscover each other and what surrounds us.

Feet walking, head directed towards the stars and to whatever in our sky shines, thus,

this place is still to witness the greatness of the species that has developed consciousness.