In Awe of the Night Sky
Twenty-four stars shooting into nothing, billions of aeons ago
We are small, not a grain of sand compared to a moment in the universe
Pointless, aimless, endless
Gaze into the forever, not to comprehend, just to watch and forget
For the moment, nothing
Twenty-four stars shooting into oblivion billions of aeons ago
We are small, but not a grain of sand