A tiny speck of dust
In the celestial clump
Of infinite space
Merely consubstantial
With the ocean of stars
In a cloud of galaxies.

Began to move
Began to feel
Began to think
Began to dream
Began to live.

The wisdom of a thousand lore
Bore a tapestry of culture
That danced to an endless music
And read a myriad of poetry
Which spoke in different tongues.

Began to play
Began to wage
Began to rage
Began to hurt
Began to war.

Clashed beneath the smoke of dawn
But saw the piercing ray of light
That spun the thread of harmony
To cage the animosity
In the hymn of a lasting peace.

Began to build
Began to climb
Began to fly
Began to soar
Began to see.

The limitless possibilities
In the sleeping distant worlds
Of the vast depths of truth
Waiting to be explored
In the sunken days of youth.

Began to want
Began to greed
Began to lust
Began to feed
Began to ****.

And cast forth the entropy
For the triumph of the few
To the carnage of races
In the verge of selfishness
An insatiable desire.

Began to cheat
Began to lie
Began to cry
Began to end
Began to die.

In a cloud of galaxies
With an ocean of stars
Merely consubstantial
Of infinite space
In the celestial clump
A tiny speck of dust.