Oh great,
There’s another day to greet
Job well done the Sun & the Earth!
Congratulations on this yet another birth!
How do you do this over and over
billion years & beyond?
Don’t you get bored?
like I do, in a week,
(Or in a minute these days)
Waking up; Eating, attending that meeting
Faking it; Progress, and that breathing
Making it up; My existential meaning.

Do you make things up too Sun?
Apart from Helium?
And everything that comes with it?
Do you do something new too?
In the context of doing the same old things?
And does it bring any joy?
Or do you wake up grumpy one day
and write a poem too?

Do you ever feel tired?
Like you just can’t take it
And if you take it, you’ll break it
And if you break it-
I don’t know,
Do you ever feel disappointed?
Do you ever feel depressed?

Okay stars forbid,
let me be a little less morbid;
Do you ever feel delighted?
Do you ever feel that you are in love?
So much in love
that you need to calm yourself
remembering that it’s temporary
this infatuation, this obsession,
this fear, this aspiration,
secretly hoping that it lasts a lifetime
but even with your eternal existence
that eternity comes to an end.
You come to an end.

When you do, I would be dead by then.
But would you remember me though?
Do you remember things?
Do you ever tell our stories among your fellow starmates?
I am sure you don’t speak any of our stupid inefficient languages,
but do you speak in vibrations?
Do you speak in music?
Are you a musician?
Do you play those strings or waves or particles?
Can I hear it?
Can I already hear it?

Does any of it matter though?
Or all of it is an anti matter?
A stupidity to joke like that –
What a cute little thing to do,
Why am I wondering about you?
Let me return to my trivial issues;
Look for a home, pay those bills,
Eat, cook, work, forget to exercise,
Say kill me now all the time
But be shit scared of death and disease
Take people who love you for granted
Run behind those who treat you like shit,
You know small little avoidable human problems like that,
not a mammoth helium manufacturing machine here-
just a modest suffering production laboratory.

Do you ever feel pity?
At the stupid things we do?
Do you ever feel enraged?
How we destroy a part of your creation with our creations?
Do you ever laugh at our hypocrisy?
Do you ever cry?
Do you ever feel anything?
Or do you feel these things through me?
Your stardust in my veins,
My thoughts bursting in your solar storms,
I know I ought not feel so grand,
I am still tiny, and miserable,
and so grumpy, and so mad,
and so impatient to change things,
But still, I wonder
do you ever?

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