What are we doing
On this speck
Whirling around in space
What are we for
This fragile human race
Is there a purpose
Or is it simply chance
That invited us to this
Eternal pointless dance
Should we continue
To play this endless game
Would it matter
If we stopped dancing
The Universe would go on
Just the same
There is no answer
As to why or what or who
Just accept it and be glad
For that moment of chance
That invited you to this
Amazing universal dance.
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