Why do they call you our neighbor?

It would take thousands of lifetimes to reach you

I’d set foot on the dry, brown planet

Assuming it’s there

Just to see the rise of three suns

This planet is dead and dark

Surrounded by the billion-year-old vacuum

The infinite indifference

It exposes the God complex

Casts it aside for its folly

We scream out at the vacuum

Where our voices just dissipate

I smell this landfill

Of faulty values

I escape through

The stagnant, icy space between us

I am obsеssed

I put the realm of mattеr

On a pedestal

Because it paints

Colors in the vacuum

Stimulating my senses

So we fly

Keep on drifting

Away from this sun

Towards a new sun

The shapes it takes

Diameters measured in light years

The ultimate natural disaster

The deep freeze

Makes life seem so insignificant

But that’s the answer

To all our struggles

We are the lifeless matter

We are the paradox

Drawing nebulas in the sky with our eyes