I am aware of these things.
Big things eat little things.
Dogs die.
The young suffer from their parents' ilk.
The earth shivers, occasionally.
The aged pass into memory.

And the stars move.

I am aware of these things.
We inhale and exhale.
We are limited.
Much like empires, on a less grand scale.
We fall in love.
But that love will pass into memory...

And the stars will move.