You can do it, nothing to it. Bigger picture, city limits.
Macroscopic, myopic, see the trees become a forest.
Macroscopic lenses fight, with ego driven microsite.
Looking down from satellites, reminds me of our micro-state.
Just because you don’t understand, doesn’t mean it doesn’t make sense.
All subjectives shift perspective when you give up sole possession.
Macroscopic vision might, contextualize your plight.
A disconnected distant state, disintegrates your urgent pace.
But macroscopic lenses take the importance of your fate,
the illusion you can change, that it matters if you try…
When you try to break the pattern, you will see there was no end in
sight or mind as you’ve defined your self as center, so much pressure.
Macroscopic vision can, console you when you can’t.
But when you reach your soared for heights,
your glory’s cheapened by our size.
- Brett Gleason