Starchild

Jeg skriver digte engang imellem, når inspirationen lige rammer. De fleste er på engelsk, men jeg tænkte, at jeg ville dele et her alligevel.

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Starchild, a burning comet in the void’s embrace,
In the eyes of the world, so easy to replace.
Through a world built of moments too fragile to last,
Toward the unknown end that will erase the past.
Where no one hears and no one remembers
The echoes of a life that time slowly dismembers.

Starchild, in the vastness of endless space,
Does the tail of a comet leave a lasting trace?
From thunder to stillness, it’s the end of the fall,
The time when a starchild returns to nothing at all.
Who will remember the moments left behind,
The parts of the universe that can only be mine?

Starchild, all of us, alone on this strange ride,
A lifelong journey we must make with no guide.
You are the beginning, and you are the end.
The mind is a place where you can’t bring a friend.
Each memory fading, each moment undone,
Like stars disappearing in light from the sun.

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