The Center of our Universe
No longer the centerpiece of a cosmic order
At best an inconsequently spinning jewel
In a schism between life and death
Foundations of dogma crumble down
Leaving a crisis of identity in
An uncertain world
We search inward while reaching outward
Vainly grasping in both hands
The delusions of yesterdays past
Without reason or order
This tireless journey will be fulfilled
In the struggle of our existence