There might be, something or someone out there
Wondering what these ants are running around for
Why such a hurry? Where is the nova?
They are old, so very old
They are at peace, no stress, no worries
That we can see, that we can understand
Like a dagger in the dark they might strike
Without remorse, without anger nor hate
Simply because they can, because they are on top
Petty is our struggle of the fittest
Compared to them, to these masters in the sky
Master of night and day, life and death
Try to breath without air, think without taught
To create without will, move without spirit
Try, and learn
They are watching, from there thrones
Masters glimmering in the night
Look, look while we have eyes for beauty
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
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