Poetic Philosophy

In a cosmos full of everything how can change be?
In a cosmos full of nothing, how can we exist?
What other proof do you need?
A cosmos full of nothingness.
Full of you and me.
An ever changing cosmos.
Why do we seek stability in such a world?
Ask the simple questions…
And the cosmos will disappear…
In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.
In a World full of nothing, there is nothing that can Be.
Except the simplest things that we still seek.
Me. You. He. She.
In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.
And I still seek for answers.
Refusing to accept what the universe whispers to me.
(What can die, could never live…)