We cannot begin to see the realms beyond periphery   These ghosts and odd anomalies that whisper of reality      But modern man is so adept at skimming past the ocean's depths   From shoal to shore but still convinced      We can't feel the spinning underneath   This globe rotates and no one perceives   We're so small but man always believes   we are the center, measure of all things      If this is where we lie, some place between the matter and the mystified   And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside      Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes   And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life      We are so small