We drift aimlessly
Upon a delicate mode of dust
A choice, not ours to make
Existing because we must
Absorbing what must be known
Experience is just what we feel
Careening across the universe
The blind hand of fate on the wheel
Or perhaps we're afloat in a cosmic concoction
A galaxy an abyss in a blender
There's a giant out there who's just like me
On the brink of a black hole bender.
A starry malt of Milky Way
A giant who drinks alone
I wish he'd guzzle to dull his pain
So I won't need a drink for my own.