Across the infinite galaxies and in zillions of stars,
From the big ball of fire or a small fly named fire,
You come from a place that’s not yours
You’re the cause a seed germinates,
And you cease, the idea of hope terminates
You shine the same, in a Castle or a Cabin
But they don’t care unless you reside in the lamp of Aladdin
You leave, they become ignorant
You remain, they become people of great intent
But your job is done when they become indifferent
You brighten their world,
And disappear when the bodies turn cold,
But what they fail to learn is a lesson that can’t be told
For they who have no sight,
What’s morning and what’s night?
But they still wait to see you at the end of the tunnel
Across the infinite galaxies and in zillions of stars,
From the big ball of fire or a small fly named fire,
You come from a place that’s not yours,
But every place that you reach is all yours…
Written by Tshakti
