I feel like a star
That is about to explode
Grow bigger, weaker
Burn the bodies around me
Why do I like space?
Does it tell something about my psyche?
I mean, I'm not that empty
I have compassion
But then again, I'm not pretty inside
Like all the mesmerising galaxies.
But, who is?
Who is pretty enough to compare themselves
To the alternative worlds and comets
Who is selfless enough not to be called a black hole?
Ramaging the planets for themselve
But then again, it is scripted in our genes that we are selfish
But lovable creatures
We just had a bit of luck that made us progress in history
But, did we progress as selfless creatures?
