by Hannah Pickering
Who commands your unending journey, adventurer?
What are we more than scattered immortal supernovas, compressed into mortal bodies?
When we pass my dying stars that shatter into billions of ions, spreading light through the galaxy.
Where your brilliance shines just as bright as mine.
Why do we sit in idle wonder when we can sail the galaxies and discover?
How can I convince you that there is more to this universe than what you see with your narrowed eyes?