Wondering what lies beyond,
When we look up at a bright star.
We've been told they go on and on,
But no one can tell us how far.
Do they keep on going and going?
Or could it be as I fear?
Simply an optical illusion toying,
As if gazing through a mirror.
Continuing to half the distance to a wall,
A teacher said we'd eventually touch.
Common sense says, "no, not at all".
There'd always be space, though not much.
Just like the stars, there is no way to know
Each may or may not reach an end.
Many will accept the status quo,
But others, like me, struggle to comprehend.
We accept journeys have a start.
Stars, we say may forever ascend.
Yet in our world, whatever departs,
We expect that there be an end.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 10:46 PM UTC
Wondering what lies beyond,
When we look up at a bright star.
We've been told they go on and on,
But no one can tell us how far.
Do they keep on going and going?
Or could it be as I fear?
Simply an optical illusion toying,
As if gazing through a mirror.
Continuing to half the distance to a wall,
A teacher said we'd eventually touch.
Common sense says, "no, not at all".
There'd always be space, though not much.
Just like the stars, there is no way to know
Each may or may not reach an end.
Many will accept the status quo,
But others, like me, struggle to comprehend.
We accept journeys have a start.
Stars, we say may forever ascend.
Yet in our world, whatever departs,
We expect that there be an end.
Infinitely will forever puzzle me.
