Vanity Breaks Sanity

The galaxies
Don't give
A clear
Bright answer

I couldn't
Blame them
Even if
I wanted to

If I followed
A shadow
Of the
Moon

Or the falling
Of a fading
Used up
Sun

Or the dead
Alluring
Bright bites
Of the Stars

I wouldn't
Be here
Lazily drowning
In dead philosophy

Instead
I might be
Doing
Something

With myself
Instead
Of waiting
For things

To
Come
Back
Around

Maybe
Those dead
Lights
And

Ravenous
Flames
And shadowy
Craters

Mean
Something
Maybe they are
Really

Screaming
The answers
And we only see
A vast expanse of beauty