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It’s a metaphorical

Cosmological search

Amongst the stars,

It’s a phantasmagorical

Mystery that’s at large,

Of where we came from

And who we exactly are,

It’s a catagorical

Beyond numerical

Fact that we exist at all,

A pure unbelievable

Awesome kind of miracle,

That we live and even breathe

On a planet that was once

A piece of an exploding star,

Yet here we are,

So why can’t we be happy

And why can we not share,

In the wonders of just being

Why do we have to make,

Life a endless state of suffering

When it’s possible, we could all,

Just simply get a long

And live in harmony and peace,

It always has been and always been

Right here within our grasp and reach.