Can any of us relate?
Or do we each feel as if we’re orbiting in our own galaxy?
Are our galaxies at all the same?
Or are there hot and cold suns, dark and bright stars, soft and hard planets?
Do we all wish to be understood?
Or do we just want to be seen?
Is being understood the same as being seen?
Or do we often feel gazed upon, but never understood?
Do we find light in other universes?
Do we find another planet and hold their hand?
Whose sun do we then orbit around?
Are we science experiments or can we choose our own path?
Is the stardust in my soul the same as yours?
Or are we all just floating here in outer space?