By, Sean Frank
Billions of perspectives
Shifting the optics
With unconscious corrections
The sun doesn't rise and set
It is pushed into view
Tired eyes and wired minds
Give the fading fireball
Life anew
Where does the day go
How do we control the flow
Of such a shifting foundation
After all
There is a large rift
Between melancholy
And elation
We conquer mountains
On mid day drives
We reach the other side
Of the world
Without thinking twice
Just swiping
Scrolling and hitting like
It's all good
Horrible and great
Calm waters
Can leave massive wakes
But sometimes we all need
To look at the bigger picture
In a smaller way