Starset Martyr Poem by Blaine Strong

In reason I found that the sky could never touch the ground. That the trees could never touch the clouds. But they remember them. As we live and breathe sometimes it happens to be we misinterpret often times the most important of our human physce.
Sometimes we spend our entire existence looking for answers and pushing the blame yet we question who it is who plays the game?
Often times I wonder, gazed in aw at a gallery of stars. If they too will remember me? How could something so magnificent forget? The years we shared and the time we spent.