Stars shoot through the sky, thoughts zoom through my head. It's all connected on a very, very grand scale in this cosmos.
How cometh it be, Universe,
That you throw some seeds in the swamp,
With no nutrition nor air,
And tell to them seeds, “rise, grow, be!”
How cruel it be,
For you to expect the seeds to become trees in a place they get nothing to become them,
And for that we say, how dare you, Universe, how dare you?
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