by Noise Pollution

They say that god

hardened the heart of the pharaoh

And they say that the endless


can be explained

so simply

That the vastness

of the universe

is but a construct

of His hands

That the millions of years

the earth eroded into beauty

was planned

but when I see

the sky

I know that I am small

and I just can’t inflate myself

by believing that I have a purpose