In,
Then out.

Give,
And take.

Void,
Then full.

It's all a rhythm,
It's all flow.

Why do I have,
so much trouble,
Though?

A star burns bright,
Brings things to life.

When gone,
And burnt away,
If no other star,
There be no day.

But in its death,
Its slow pass,
It erupts.

Everything,
Everywhich way,
Toward the star,
Will not stay.

And where it was,
Where the star did die,
There is nothing,
Just a hole left behind.

Void,
Then full.

Give,
And take.

In,
Then out.