A haze falls near

And mysterious things appear

Standing tall, looking above

Into the purple mist

You see yourself

Not in a mirror

but in your head

As you see planets of tremendous size

Galaxies that dwarf yours

And a shooting star

That could end your life

You see yourself

Your growing smaller and smaller

You feel like a grain of sand

Not because of fear

But because you are

You are but a spec

Unlike all the other spectacles tonight

Only on this world do you have meaning

And still very little

You look into that sky alone

And you see yourself as you are

Nothing

But as a planet of "you"