stars exist
endlessly
older then we can imagine
it's a truth
and a mystery
as to what or why they exist
it's like how we exist
what is our purpose
why do we exist
how do we exist?
what is the meaning of existence?
what, to you, is existinng?
will we fade away and be reborn?
will we die in vain,
though to others,
we might have died accomplished
to the rest of the world
to the rest of the galaxies
to the endless stars
we exist as meaningless
as to those we have never met
our existence is as though
we have never existed
endlessly
older then we can imagine
it's a truth
and a mystery
as to what or why they exist
it's like how we exist
what is our purpose
why do we exist
how do we exist?
what is the meaning of existence?
what, to you, is existinng?
will we fade away and be reborn?
will we die in vain,
though to others,
we might have died accomplished
to the rest of the world
to the rest of the galaxies
to the endless stars
we exist as meaningless
as to those we have never met
our existence is as though
we have never existed
