Turn me back into stardust
Blow away the earth that made up my flesh
Pull apart the atoms that once made many and had grown to construct me
In the end we all go back to where we came from.
The stars and planets that had designed us call us back.
And again…
We form into something else.
The stars, they don’t just burn out
They die and disintegrate;
Cinders blowing through the universe till they reach another form.
Destined to live another life.