Thickened stars,
to moonless nights...

To the creator,
that we sometimes fight....

Like black and white,
to love and freight....

With feelings of love...
To feelings of hate....

To the wars in this world,
to death and faith...

Is there a god,
or is he a fake....

Does satin exist,
or is it only a myth...

With time and matter,
to the clock on the wall....

When is time right,
or does it exist at all...

Like feelings and emotions,
to the loss of control...

Is love the option,
to the heart and soul....