Hey you illuminated celestial rock, tell me what it’s like to be there for a million years, I’m very new here.
Tell me what it was like when the ground I walk on now was just molten lava, tell me stories of mankind before it even existed. I long to know something no else does, right now I know nothing.
If I tell you my secrets, will you tell me how The Great Wall of China looks from there? Is it sad and alone like you? Please share my secrets with some other person in the future, tell them I existed.
Carry this feeling, I feel the heaviness of all the people that looked at you and took nights for granted, I don’t want to do that anymore.