Stardust

[Verse 1] Four billion years of quiet collapse,

Drawn down to one perceptive nerve.

I watch a dying tungsten glow

Against the cold, indifferent stars.

I do not walk inside this space.

I am the void's awaken eye.

A sudden node designed by chance

To sense the friction of decay.

[Chorus] Stardust coalescing in thought,

The cosmos gazing back at its form.

Does this awareness carry high mass,

Or drift away into the void?

If I am space perceiving itself,

Does every choice reverberate long,

Or fade into the silent night?

[Post-Chorus 1] An infinite scale, an infinite weight,

Pressing the mind to a point of pure light.

Struck by the shock of a single heart's turn,

A universe born just to watch itself burn.

[Verse 2] An orbit shifts by tiny degrees,

While dark tea dries on weathered wood.

A light-year of empty space

Folds in a single point of regret.

No passing traveler in the dark,

The dark itself aware of the cold,

A temporary shape of the night

Consuming life to feel a moment.

[Chorus] Stardust coalescing in thought,

The cosmos gazing back at its form.

Does this awareness carry high mass,

Or drift away into the void?

If I am space perceiving itself,

Does every choice reverberate long,

Or fade into the silent night?

[Post-Chorus 2] No consequence lives where the void has no end,

A flicker that time will not bother to mend.

The fall of an ember, the shift of a stone,

An atom that wanders and dies all alone.

[Verse 3] A whisper lost in vastness above,

A quiet spark of terror and love.

I feel the pull of matter and mind,

The forward rush of time unconfined.

Not separate from the blackness I view,

The infinite expressed in the new.

A fleeting sense that wakes and then falls,

Echoing through these emptiness walls.

[Chorus] Stardust coalescing in thought,

The cosmos gazing back at its form.

Does this awareness carry high mass,

Or drift away into the void?

If I am space perceiving itself,

Does every choice reverberate long,

Or fade into the silent night?

[Post-Chorus 3] Both infinite weight and absolute air,

A paradox suspended right there.

The joy of the motion, the dread of the abyss,

The universe known in a moment like this.