Into space
In a world of chance
You glance into a strangers place.
A little earth
Our feet hold on to
Spinning constantly,
Hard to consume
The vastness.
We are connected
Pixel to pupil
A dot in your existence
Fleeting.
My heart beats like yours
Though we never meet
Though our opinions vary
On how to deal with mortality.
Moderation is the key
To a healthy morality.
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