Sometimes even the moon loses its way,
At the edge of the world, sun shines at night anyway,
In the dark, what would give us light,
If the moon chooses day over night?
Sometimes even the moon forgets its course,
In winter, sun rises but not giving warmth,
How can a tiny being like me know where to go,
When giants greater than I have lost their glow?
Like all the dust in the cosmos, without gravity at large,
Orbiting planets and go through points of Lagrange,
Afraid of holes, even light doesn’t escape,
And I am just a small light, barely forming shape.
Sometimes great suns extinguish after long age,
Even a black hole will cease and not cage,
What is its path? How is a star defined?
Is there life within? Will it be left behind?
Sometimes large planets influence for ill,
Drawing bodies behind them, not always by will,
In our system, where should we go?
Am I strong enough to survive, will it show?
Like all the dust in the cosmos, without gravity at large,
Orbiting planets and go through points of Lagrange,
Afraid of holes, even light doesn’t escape,
And I am just a small light, barely forming shape.
Like every body in space, I’m spinning around,
Dependent on the sun, yet still got ground,
Even the tiniest grain of stardust has celestial grace,
In the vast cosmos, it’ll find its perfect place
it’ll find its perfect place
Like all the dust in the cosmos, without gravity at large,
Orbiting planets and go through points of Lagrange,
Afraid of holes, even light doesn’t escape,
And I am just a small light, barely forming shape.