Vast numbers of positively stars,
Lies every paradoxical matter;
Penetrates the painful scars
That had existed and faltered.

A single wick of light, I stand,
Dominated by the darkness that I unraveled,
Through red or blue sand,
I thrive for the inevitable.

We are but a candle burning onto nothing,
A single splat in the infinite darkness,
And not letting light pass into the clearing;
A sparkle of hope, I suggest.

Flowing, thriving, salvaging goals,
Dominating our mortal souls;
But why not stop and stare?
Infinite beauty, the sky volunteers.

Better save yourself;
Better save everyone else;
For there are infinite possibilities in this universe;
And there are infinite impossibilities in life.