because of YK

we all are just the little dots
in neverending space
if you have no idea what
are reasons for your race,

just stop, inhale, and think about
the fact that up above
there’s nothing. no disguise, no doubt,
no hate, not even love

the dots are small. we all are small,
the envy small, the greed
the “shaping universe for all”,
the everything we did

so in the end it’s only you
who always asks you why
the sky is technically not blue,
there’s technically no sky.