I see entire galaxies in boxes,
Reflections of the world in a broken mirror.
Shattered by sheer ignorance.

Nobody can hear her.

Twenty three billion souls,
The girl knows not which is her.
There will always be tolls.
Please allow her entrance, good sir.

I hope you taste the stars,
For the universe is upon you.

Looking to the man amongst the stars for help,
How much decay must be suffered?
We're all worshiping ourselves.
Heedless and destructive are the infinite eyes.

The girl searched and searched,
Father time turned her old.
By the time she found her soul,
It was already sold.

The girl was taken aback.
“I’ve been searching can’t you see?”
She begged and she pleaded.

“Darling, If you left it with me,
It must not be needed.”

How desolate and dark it must be in her head,
Once animate ideas are now dead, dead, dead.
Thunder takes residence,
Where the sun once resided.

Oh what a celebration,
This society has provided.

I hope you taste the stars,
For the universe is upon you.