I think about all of us,
Being pulled about the sun.
We can’t get out, so realize,
There is no place to run.

There is no doubt, all we do,
Has already once been done.
No end can come to a universe,
When nothing was ever begun.

Stranded here, we must accept
Every inch as our home.
Far and near do not exist,
No matter where we roam.

We are the owners of nothing,
And by nothing are we owned.
One for all or all for nothing,
No one lives to die alone.

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