Alone

Once the centre of creation Orbited by a sun and every star Until growing knowledge showed Just how insignificant we really are. Riding a spec of dust at a Galaxy rim, Occupying our out of the way place As that Galaxy increasingly speeds Through a mysterious, endless space In a cycle of birth and death, Of destruction and creation, Until billions of years on Comes a slow gradual situation That, all energy burnt, the final stars Collapse and, once full of light, Our Universe become a place of Endless lifeless eternal night. For our brief existence As our knowledge grows We strive to learn more In our driving need to know. Were we an accident that happened An incidental, unplanned construction Were we alone, temporary, solitary prophets In this process of birth and destruction. Or, did we serve a purpose to learn, And record for some purpose unknown Until, somehow, with us soon gone Our knowledge somehow flown To another developing planet raising Another developing sentient race, The next chosen recording angels There to take our privileged place.