The universe never fails to inspire awe,
One day it makes you realize,
How tiny of a speck you are with its vastness,
Baffling how things make perfect sense,
And then not at all,
She veils herself in stark darkness,
Cold breeze and silence,
Should you embrace this mystery,
Hold still with a steady heart and forbearing eyes,
She will bless you with a starry night's resplendence,
She builds walls out of mountains,
And separates lands with seas,
Should you embrace this adventure,
Hold still with an ardent mind and gritty feet,
She will bless you with breath-taking scenes,
The universe never fails to inspire awe,
One day it makes you realize,
How tiny of a speck you are with its vastness,
And then the next day,
It makes you feel like all its grandeur can fit,
In one person all at once,
The audacity of daybreak,
The grace of dawn,
The murmur of gentle waves,
The rage of storms,
Majestic and modest,
Serene and intense,
She is rest, she is home,
But also a trail to the outdoors,
She is the comfort of a rooftop,
On a clear summer starry night,
But also the uneasy excitement,
At an adventure's advent,
She is all of it,
And none of it at the same time,
The universe never fails to inspire awe,
One day it makes you realize,
How tiny of a speck you are with its vastness,
And then the next day,
It makes you feel like all its grandeur can fit,
In one person all at once,
Then slaps you in the face,
For believing you can have it,
For she was not meant to be tied down,
She is not a concept,
She is not possession,
She is not an idea,
She is her own universe,
The universe never fails to inspire awe,
One day it makes you realize,
How tiny of a speck you are with its vastness,
And then the next day,
It makes you feel like all its grandeur can fit,
In one person all at once,
Then slaps you in the face,
For believing you can have it,
But she has me,
She has me captivated,
But I am not her captive,
She has me,
But not like the earth to the sun,
Or the moon to the earth,
She has me as tangled,
As the fate of space and time,
And there I was begging,
Begging the universe to keep her,
To steer her to me,
And guide her with her stars,
Should I blame the universe,
For blessing me this curse?
And then she answers,
The universe gently whispers,
And reminded me of Cassius,
As he exclaims to Brutus,
"The fault, dear Brutus,
Lies not within the stars,
But in ourselves.
Men are masters of their fate."
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