The Universe and Me

Isn't it beautiful to think,

We are a small part of this world,

Making it complete.

It could just be us, 

Alone,

Or other beings,

Which makes me equally terrified and keen.

The billions of stars shinning upon us has a purpose like ours,

Are they Waiting to be discovered, 

Or is it just that we are curious beings?

Life makes me wonder,

If there's a god in this realm?

If there's a creator who sat down,

Thought about us,

Our lives?

Our deeds?

We could have been something, 

Something we can't imagine ourselves,

Was it god's spirits,

Or is this a coincidental feat?

The perfection of our existence,

To the tiny things above and free,

Makes me wanna believe, 

That our existence,

Was meant to be.