Broken, blinded, By the sunscreen in my eyesTwisted, writhing, And reaching out to hide I try to face another dayOf broken eggs and glassA colorless anxietyIs part of my past Then brilliant starlight reaches down the wellIllumination shatters empty shellsGlimmering it waits until I cannot standA brutal twinge of sadness breaks my graspI think my eyes are drying out at lastA trillion miles away and I still knowAs long as I can see, I'll stargaze. (Spoken)And in one moment, our lives seem to lose there meanings. The realization that we are not the workers, but the tools dawns on us, and we fear our inevitable replacement. And in our fear, we stumble towards despair in the perceived solitude of an empty existence. But solitude is an illusion, and drops of light fill our vacant stares. We shake hands with the stardust, and in that moment, we transcend. Then brilliant starlight reaches down the wellIllumination shatters empty shellsThrough countless space and time I still Stargaze Then brilliant starlight reaches down the well Illumination shatters empty shells Glimmering it waits until I cannot stand A brutal twinge of sadness breaks my grasp I think my eyes are drying out at last A trillion miles away and I still know As long as I can see, I'll stargaze.