Stardust

Our Stardust is long gone, hewn into our own bones but forever unobtainable We are all weak in our own hedonistic way, Live Young, Die Fast, but is the blooming flower God’s secret teacher? Or am I mad, insane? Doesn’t really matter. The sun and moon will continue long after we’ve stopped giving a f*** But surely, he says, light must prevail, return us to stardust, death and darkness must recede like a lonely tide, waving goodbye to lands’ last command But light and dark are really One and the same. Stop asking the world for answers She will only say “You have your time, use it wisely” We pass away, we mourn. Our stardust though hides infinity. Nothing is lost here.