God Must've Erred (some errors in lyrics but no problem singing out)

God, in some cosmic jest, must've erred, For I should hover mid-air, aloft by a yard, As a pristine dodecahedron slow-turning, Unburdened by needs, existing forever yearning. No sustenance to swallow, no slumber to seek, Thoughts banished, a mind at peace to keep, An eternal essence, beyond time’s reach, Why then am I trapped within this human breach? Existential dread now weighs down my days, In this living form where questions blaze, A being meant for higher, abstract realms, Now bound to earth, mortality's pangs felt. This fleshly prison, a borrowed shell, A paradoxical existence that knows too well, The splendor of love and the sting of pain, Endless desires that eternally wane. Yet, maybe in this chaos we truly thrive, For it is in our fragility we learn to survive. Through joy and sorrow, in each breath we take, We find the divine in our humanity's wake. So perhaps, God's jest was not in error or spite, But a call to live fully in this finite light, To dance with shadows, to cherish the skies, To know the beauty that comes with goodbyes. For in our longing to soar free as spheres, We discover the grace found in mortal tears, And though we dream of celestial flight, It is in loving, living, and letting go that we shine bright. To know the beauty that comes with goodbyes. For in our longing to soar free as spheres, We discover the grace found in mortal tears, And though we dream of celestial flight, It is in loving, living, and letting go that we shine bright.