Sitting in the sunlight,
Resting in the twilight,
Dancing in the moonlight,
Feeling in the darklight,
Fiery tempests, windy bastions,
Held at bay by the calmest oceans,
Six feet under the tallest mountains.
Where space is obsolete,
Existence, so tentative,
And we are all stars,
Borne of light and darkness
And not just 'balls of gas',
Common Sense's clever lie,
Hiding behind science and logic,
And reasons seemingly so sublime
That a golden bar is worth a dime.