Another night
I smile
As I lay there
The gift of cosmos

Darkness, pitch black
Stars and nocturnal beasts
My companions
I close my eyes, I inhale

Staring into the void,
I feel, I hear, I experience
The voices in my head
They are growing

Ah! My friends
I'm not alone
Here are them
Dwelling in the mind

I can hear the arguments,
The thoughts,
The questions, undefined

What is life, the existence
Is it of any purpose?
A product of random happenings?
Don't you wonder?

Don't you look at your hands?
And at the stones?
Some with life, some not
Yet built of the same electrons and quarks and strings...