The Universe

A wonderful despair, that encroaches on the soul, an escaping thought, that both young and old, to its depth, no one truly knows, but simply put, above our heads, every waking day, is the vast universe, put on full display, I ponder on the thought, of what is more obtuse, whether the fact that this occurs, or that we have no excuse, I'll think upon these things, as I watch the sky, but every night, I will not lie, I think of when we die, so take a gander at this void of speckled lighted sea, and think on what it is you see, for if you look, know this, only one thing is true, be prepared, for the universe to look back at you.