En La Soledad: Twinkle Little Stars
Twinkle Little Stars
I remember when I had this little globe that could project the stars. I would point at the ceiling and lay down on the floor. My read hair spreading before as if fit was on fire. Looking at the stars made me wonder of how small we were. How insignificant we were, my thought not original. We all think this, we all realize how small and non-important we are. How meaningless our life is and how we try to fill this sense of importance through our religion, our beliefs.
Twinkle Twinkle little star
Ahh the stars so giant that it might one day eat me.
Spreading and expanding like the common cold.
How I wonder what you are
I twist and turn to see if the stars will change. They never do, they stay the same in this projection. Life is so simple. Grow up, go to college, become in debt, graduate, pay off college debt, get a mortgage, and pay it off. A cycle that we created, a symbol only those with enough power can break. Oh my wonder stars please help me. I look at you all and see the wonders that have you to be created, discovered.
We are the plague.
The black holes are our own hearts.
Up above the world so high
I guess in a way the stars are our gods. We are made from them, from stardust. They created this universe and everything in it. From us to the aliens everyone is scared to admit are true. Its okay lowly humans will never comprehend. One day I will be gone and the stars will still burn. One day the Earth will be gone and they will still burn.
The human race—destined to destroy themselves.