I feel everyday is mine,
That everyday is divine,
But reality sets in place,
Making me realize what takes place,
Simply a story afloat in space,
And we're all reading the chapter,
It's called the human "Race,"
To us that is but to the rest,
Simply a glimpse of hope doomed to fail,
A comet or comment will eventually impale,
The fragile skin of the earth,
Returning it to it's primitive birth,
Or become ashes and debris,
Will anyone get the chance to flee