Just looking at the sky above
Wondering if there is anyone out there
Do our thoughts and prayers cross that desert?
Is there perhaps even someone who cares?

Of what happens on this piece of rock
Densely populated , yet we are so alone
Should we one day destroy ourselves
For this miserable lot will someone mourn?

Perhaps the divine was simply a creation
something our primitive minds brilliantly conceived
It gave us comfort on those many lonely nights
made living sustainable if one believed

Is life a blessing or curse, who decides
Is just living part of our destiny
Perpetual explorers we march on
Probing, searching for infinity….

The End

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