It's difficult for us to learn
Our sense of truth is merely product of emotion
That we're nothing but a glimpse in the eye of the universe
A passing train
A train so fast that it ceases to exist
A product of luck
And nothing else in between
Above or beneath
But it's meant to be seen
In the broad universe of one, two, or a billion
We may not be the center
And though that may seem devided of hope
Product of star dust
Is what we are and will always be
Reaction after reaction
it allows us to be
Each of us is different but we're one and the same
And I know it's hard to believe
Each and every bit of us is an abundance of what once was the beginning
An explosion of stars
Thereafter,
Us
~Nate
