Do you feel the pressure on your heads often?
Of the atmosphere above, exerting on the horizon?

So, what If I escape it somehow, will the burden lessen?
And lighten my head and mind that was pretty shaken.

If stars up high and so do I, have the same beginning .
Then can too I, jump up high to turn to star, twinkling?

And what if the infinite sea of stars is actually each one of us?
Perhaps, With seconds travel of death would turn to energy bursts.

Is that why my heart flutters whenever it watches the species?
The wonderful floating beings who bring my heart to eases.

And what if the ocean too has a depth so unknown?
With aliens within us who we are seeking out in lone.

Were the stars bigger too for the people in the past?
When galaxy was bit packed than it is now at last.

Did some other smarter specie too once inherit this earth ?
But then in fear escaped and went somewhere to splurge.

Am I too then living again, clean mind, no memory?
Or is this all: my poem, poetry, just my stupid theory?