A star shooting with intensity to the lands of men
Residue on it's path is what we forget to acknowledge
While some are concerned with where it shall end
Some study it's beginnings like a student at college
In all it's mystery and all it's unsolved inquirers
No one denies it's vivid conscious appearance
One can say it lost it's true form upon it's arrival destination
Another with satisfaction on the way it turned to be
Whether we like what's given to us or not
It's better to have something than nothing at all
We live with beings far beyond our human comprehension
Cz the fact of the matter is that the truth hurts
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:42 AM UTC
A star shooting with intensity to the lands of men
Residue on it's path is what we forget to acknowledge
While some are concerned with where it shall end
Some study it's beginnings like a student at college
In all it's mystery and all it's unsolved inquirers
No one denies it's vivid conscious appearance
One can say it lost it's true form upon it's arrival destination
Another with satisfaction on the way it turned to be
Whether we like what's given to us or not
It's better to have something than nothing at all
We live with beings far beyond our human comprehension
Cz the fact of the matter is that the truth hurts
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