Newborn stars are what created matter
This matter is what birthed us
Each individual is made by the stars
Forming their own clusters of unique galaxies
I see stars grouping up and dancing around each other in space
Gravity pulls them together and shapes their existence
Most of them orbit one another
Some of them fly off in empty space
Some of them are binary stars,
that stay together,
rely on each other
Circling around at a peaceful pace
If one fails to keep the balance
They'll crush into each other
Causing the destruction of their own
And ending of their brightest years
...
But what about my star?
Am I all alone with no one to orbit around me?
Will I die away in this cold void?
My brightness will fade
I will be forgotten about
The only thing left will be my cold corpse
Unnoticeable
in comparison to these
beautiful clusters of stars and gas
