A Grand Scheme

Free flowing and eternal;
it'd be a sin to think of entrapment in blueprints,
designed by a relentless march,
miscegenating and copulating.

But those who see what they see,
don't ever see because they can't ever see,
which they are not made to see,
do you see? Where's 'the drop' in a sea?

The mind's eye is a recorder of history;
the soul its detective;
the path of destiny loves its curves,
yet it's a straight road through solipsistic whirls.

Fear is the father of motion;
the pursuit is not to reach epitomes.
I lay seeds of my destruction with my aims,
my shackles, encapsulated definitions.

Justice dwells, but not in the minds of men;
Separated from galactic clusters,
can a dust particle appeal for fairness?
Nay, thy dreams are despicable.

My finite body is a punishment for 
desiring lesser than what I am meant to be;
limitless like the space and infinity,
I spillover, ignorant of fences and boundaries.


Image from here.