Maybe

Epilogue of a Dying Star

"In the grand tapestry of cosmic irony,
Here I drift, weaving light and dark,
A star's lament or a cosmic farce,
You decide.

Heliocentric? Pfft, more like solipsist.
Burn brighter, they said. Fade, they say.
Helium gossip and hydrogen heartbreaks.
The universe's ultimate punchline.

Do nebulae have feelings? Who's there
To aurora borealis the answer?
Perhaps Plato was right
Or maybe it was all a Simpson’s episode.

Here I am, vast, empty, full of potential
As ironic as Schrödinger’s cat.
It’s alive, it’s dead, it’s both, it’s neither.
A cosmic shrug of stellar proportions.

And you, standing on that pale blue dot
What will your last words be?
"To infinity and beyond," maybe?
Or perhaps just a further "maybe."