The simple fact of being alive
Fills me with inexplicable sadness
it's a constant reminder that I do not know
Why do I feel like the center of the universe..
While being a mere spek of dust on a blue dot
In an endless void, because I wonder does it
Matter this grand play of life and dead in the end
It just fils me with inexplicable sadness
in a way I know it is all empty just like the
endless space we are born in and die in.