Out there in the cosmos, we wish to believe,
A landscape of stars and forces unbeknown to thee.
Do aliens and different life forms exist?
We can only ponder with our wide-eyed eye cast.

Saturated with possibilities, our minds widens its grip,
Of what other civilizations evolve on a distant rip?
Or do they stand dormant in vibrant grounds all the same?
Some, remote and uncountable, and others, devoid of fame?

Maybe they, who roam around the corner of the stars,
Exist in a plane so alien, beyond our sundial’s bars.
The things they harbor, the things they cherish,
The photosynthesis that grows in their center.

Are we just a fragment of another universe?
Particles racing to reveal life of another curse?
As the...