I hear there are reasons for things

that life is bestowed

not a random thing


It S said that the river of stars above

are born and then they die

though we think of eternity


This galaxy is as a small flow

a brief life shining in a garden of burning lights

seemingly never-ending


I don’t know what to believe

Life seems random sometimes

Stars give life

the galaxies are said to be infinite

where does this all end?