Orbiting Proxima Centauri
They’ve found a planet they call, Proxima b
It’s a lot like earth perhaps, or maybe not
These things are hard to discern, from 4.3 light years away
But still I wonder whether there’s someone like you
Someone to talk to, out there on Proxima b
If only you weren’t so far away
Here in the orbit of a mid-sized star, what can I do?
To put things in perspective, I’m but a speck of dust
Floating in nothingness, reading the news
Billions of stars in billions of galaxies
Time strеtching eons, a world full of empty words
And fearful minds
Hеre in the orbit of a mid-sized star, how alone we are
For whether or not you exist, what can I do?
I’m reminded of Emmanuel Kant
And the unknowable essence of things, untouchable truth
Dressed up in fabric woven of gold
The stars spin around me now
And all around you, as if we were one
Of the same kind
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