Within the mind we are confined;
the body shuts us in.
And sadly sometimes humankind
throughout its thick and thin
has suffered serious disease
that tests our mortal grip
on evolution's risky seas
to keep afloat our ship.
These illnesses that sweep the sphere,
pandemics they are called,
can cause our lives to seem austere
with daily doings stalled
when staying home becomes the norm
while ‘sheltering in place',
and time is spent in altered form,
which some find hard to face.
Yet if our point of view we change
to vaster span beyond,
confinement needn't be close range.
With fancy's magic wand
we see we're quarantined as well
inside the Milky Way,
confined in solar system's shell
by Goldilocks's sway.
The universe can furthermore
be added to the scope
with stellar regions by the score,
in cosmic envelope.
And lest we limit our own role
within a greater plot
to play a part of nature's whole
on pale blue earthly dot,
neuronal networks of our brains
have quite a kindred look
to grand stelliferous domains,
galactic paths they took.
So, though confined the present seems,
still myriad may be
our future starry-visioned dreams
come true we've yet to see…
Great poem rhyms flow and all and great in that it reminds how faster the multiverse is and the fictional futility of religion. Our religion must be science. Sorry maam. Science gets my neural motor working.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So, though confined the present seems, still myriad may be our future starry-visioned dreams come true we've yet to see… /// greatly penned the poem confined the brain in the puzzling web of instructions born free is not free everywhere like the closest stars oh! Covid War for Human Kind The Being of Death but the creatures go to live freely out of the claws of the cov-19
Thank you for the extensive comment. I'm glad you found the poem relevant...