Time would wonder aimlessly as space mirrored their movement.
A ballad of existence which would seep throughout eternity
Amongst the grandeur and extravagance
Of this epic
Is where I stood for infinity
My ego Shrivelled with the coldness of space
I no longer had any repercussions to face
As I stood there yearning to remember what it mean to be born
To be felt as if I truly belonged
That my existence wasn\'t merely an act of impulsion
To be a being worthy of love and devotion
Yet this was something I was chosen
Not to be
For I was merely an insignificant celestial body
As if stars that were born a new and planets that held no life
An image of great potential yet bore no true purpose
For what is a tree without nutrients
A beast without its instincts
A toy without an owner
A man without free will
A king without a kingdom
And a god without power
There are beings that give and take
Yet I was given no true purpose
Yet I have taken no selfish desire
I\'m not a being
I have no creator
I\'m simply a false god