Do you think we're real?

Sometimes I feel we are not real.

We are made of stardust, after all

Lost in the space of the past

Levitating between time

And dying in the future, at last.

As we talk to each other,

We rehearse a chorus,

Body of meat balls

Hitting each other as we float in

-the darkest place ever known

But do you think we are real?

Sometimes I feel  when we talk to each other,

We echo our chorus

In the Grand Canyon of Earth.

Our brains, never multiplied

Only divided into a billion stars

Some vomiting its life 

To become brighter than the moonshine

Some waiting for the dark

To even out the warmth in the sun

And in the end

We are all of us

At once