i am no scientist but i can tell you one,

life´s as delicate as the winter´s kin.

a circle of mirrors reflecting darkness,

exposing you to every thing´s existence

you don´t crave to know of.

i am no scientist, let me keep on

floating through space.

i am no scientist and still i have a mission,

my mission to fill the vacuum in space

of which i didn´t know, i´d bear the universe inside me.

i am not a maverick despite the universe

within, also creating space around me,

too conformed to reinvent common

physics, remodelling my one self evergoing.

if you´re told the universe is endless

they´re right.

if you´re told the universe is consuming,

black holes, constant cravings

for the last bit of writhing life.

no air to breathe, suffocating,

they´re right.

i am no scientist but i can tell you one,

the universe is dark and neverending.