Star Child

Somewhere in space there was a star, 
it lived, it died, it left a scar, 
a little piece, a tiny spec, 
flew far beyond where we‘d expect. 

It travelled on unknown to time, 
watched galaxies burn out their prime, 
the little piece passed many things, 
gliding through space, despite no wings. 

With steady course towards it‘s goal, 
to rearrange and become whole, 
it set to split this world asunder, 
and wake it from it‘s dormant slumber. 

Collision in a hot embrace, 
a fusion in a million ways, 
and it arrived engulved in light, 
born from the cold of cosmic night. 

We all are children of that star, 
a product of this cosmic scar, 
a timeless opportunity, 
a sheer impossibility. 

And yet we choose to disengage, 
and lock ourselves in conscious cage, 
our energy is spent on wars, 
we live and die a self-made farce. 

I urge you to remember this, 
yes, there is joy in living bliss, 
but every action has its price, 
to live this way might take a life. 

Relearn to see inside of you, 
don‘t stay asleep without a clue, 
I’m sorry if this upsets now, 
but human please wake up somehow.