To be a star, in a whimsical universe
In oddity we shall conspire, the space of the unseen
Fueling your ship with thoughts that traverse,
Serenity we yearn for, oh, what it is to be serene.
Uncanny is what one feels, as mystery revolves,
The central axis shifting, no longer central.
What is it that this orbit eventually solves?
A cartwheel of whirls, a wheel of potential.
As broad as the sky may be, space stretches further;
It’s not the breadth you spread, but the depth you entail.
Through the cosmos, I’m a star-bound surfer,
Leaving my trail, swept by a blackhole with no fail.