Never once did I believe that it was I who could conceive,
such a career fueled by dreams, of both the telescope and me
we gaze together upon the lights of the past that becomes my present
the lights are histories lost forever, and documented void of how they meant it

I take in all the staring stars as they beg for my attention
With my open dome home, now is the time for ascension
as I look into the heavens, it’s always a breathtaking realization
is it truly fair for me to peer into what’s known as God’s creation?

I snap a picture, and in doing so, I capture information
lending insight sought for on star formation and deterioration
Never in my wildest dreams could I image such a sensation
The observatory—my home at night, and the sky–my sickest fixation

Infinity becomes, for me, a more bearable concept to fathom
once unsettling, but nonetheless my future and it are in tandem
I lend my thoughts to the research done, I empty my mind of all its contents
Never before did I think I’d have an opportunity to work and also gain enjoyment

The field of view of the eyepiece shows me who I need to be
It gives me back my heart’s stolen pieces and shows me my identity
I long to live for the stars that have died, and I long to observe by mountainsides
And gaze at the stars, void of all pollution, fulfilling my unrequited desires deep inside

Now, if everything is something, and if something comes from nothing
then in nothing there is everything, and that must count for something
and in something such as nothing, is where I would find myself before
but in the sky I see the universe, I see myself here and nowhere more