Undefined, unexplained, the beat of the heart is unacclaimed.
Seconds ago, the stillness in the air was within your reach
But is now as far as it was…before.
The epiphany of the heart was long ignored,
Till existentialism remained and was all that remained.
An enigma they call the Milky Way,
Is a constellation of all that makes you –
Lost stardust, fleeting in an ocean of sunlight,
Beckoning all that is hidden within you.
The colour palate of the universe is wide
And your canvas is huge.
Defy the laws of gravity, pray, why shall we?
Long lost souls will rediscover and somewhere along the way,
You will find your Milky Way.