I Think About the Future
George Freek

The night smells musty,
as if the cosmos itself was dead,
but it has no way to speak to us.
Although we can observe it,
it exists for itself alone,
ignoring our sense of time.
Things depends on
How much one actually knows.
I sometimes think
of the cosmos as if it were alive,
and when my time ends,
will I finally understand it?
The way beneath the earth,
we understand how flowers grow?
I don’t think so. Stars aren’t flowers.
Scientists with their telescopes,
and their instruments
strive to understand
what goes on in the heavens,
but we continue to live
on this earth, down here well below.