One who looks at the stars. Wonders about origins |
| crisp cold night black is the sky distant lights shine in darkness im always gazing up watching the movements watch them march across the sky in cycles and circles they create patterns patterns give meaning meaning gives purpose i hope they're staring back down at me i hope they can see what i see seems very insignificant this thing that I am what will become of us without a purpose? lights from a universal instruction transmit to my current location hope my internal decoders still function translate light into words i can fathom a message soon becomes clear: hold tight to the night stargazer you are love that is enduring and forever everything else is an illusion this is a temporary state this is a temporary place a necessary part of the journey you must take |