| Humanity, curious and fearful of its own existence
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| seeking place and purpose, in directions moving endlessly forward
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| yet side to side dodging inevitable truths
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| seemingly alone in a vast expanse of nothingness, both outside and within
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| from birth to death, longing for guidance and security
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| and all the while hoping these things will be found upon the earth
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| and yet we gaze to the stars for connection
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| points of fire above, reflecting points of inspired hope within
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| we breathe deep into the night, terrified of the darkness
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| motivations become twisted when insecurity takes control
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| to be corrupted is the easy path, but the real answer has been there all along
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| the stars are ancestors, forecasting the future for us through their sense of
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| eternity
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| perhaps we are destined to follow them through the sky
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| transforming over immense stretches of time so vast
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| they make our entire history seem like a drop of water in an endless sea
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| stars have shaped every facet of our being
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| we owe our existence and continued survival to daydreams at night
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| to spheres of super heated gasses that crowd the night sky
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| offering a sense of endless distance and calm
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| seen as forefathers and gods, mothering and close
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| from afar the turbulent expulsion of matter and energy from the inception of
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| the universe, brings from their first moments, atom bound to atom
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| cast out from their celestial womb, molded by the vigorous hand of gravity
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| a release of elemental power, forming suns, cooling into planets
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| the worlds within.
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| so intrinsic to our being, yet so simple at the core
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| the explanation always above us, radiating heat and light
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| the fundamental truth, that within us the radiance
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| our brilliance reflected, do we dare to let ourselves know
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| that we, at our core
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| we are made of stars. |