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Cosmic Accident

By: Panacea (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2017
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As I lay on the ground beneath the stars,
I ask myself the things I'm scared to know,
Like what is it we really truly are?
And when we are gone, where is it we go?
The stars gave me no reply aloud,
And yet I kept on staring at the sky
As though the answers will rain from a cloud,
Then suddenly I could only ask why:
Why am I unafraid of things above?
Everything is massive compared to me,
Like all the galaxies and stars thereof,
Yet I'm content with how small I'm to be.
I can see that we are not heaven sent-
We are merely a cosmic accident.
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