Sirius Constelli

"Is it all an oddity?
Are we flakes of empty dust
Spinning on a ball of rust?
Maybe

But the light is ours to see
You had eyes, but sowed them shut
But that feeling in your gut won't fade

Is it all a tragedy?
Are we flashes in a rut
Going in and out of luck?
Maybe

But the answers will not change
Even when they're covered up
All these questions in your gut
Won't fade"