Perspective

How far is too far,
And how slow is still?
How late is so late
That you cant and never will?

How high is too high
To aim for, to try?
What truth is so true
That you can't question why?

How smart is scheming,
How simple is dumb?
How brave is reckless,
How detached is numb?

How happy is satisfied,
And how satisfied is at peace?
Is there any fact at all,
Where everyone always agrees?

Everything is perspective,
And every stand is for now.
For who knows what might change,
Where things turn, and how?

Our world is but fleeting,
And all things come and go.
Caught in Nature's mood-swings
Our existence ebbs and flows.

There is nothing in isolation,
Singularity is but a thought.
For anything to exist,
Something else must be sought.

I know this leaves us nowhere,
But there is nowhere to leave.
Who, where, what you are..
Is all on you. Just believe.