Some people believe that our universe began with a bang
An infinitely small singularity
Became an ever-expanding collection of constellations
And planets like ours,
where eons have transformed deep-sea microbes
into beings capable of astronomy, music, warfare, and love
So do I believe that I am a universe
For two decades, quiet and condensed
Waiting for the moment that I explode
into a constellation of poetry, beauty, art, and love
I am a cosmic mystery,
so limitless and infinite I fear I will never know myself
But the stars know me,
they tell me I am destined to sit among them
and pour my heart unto the world
Uranus calls me his child,
and tells me to wait for my awakening
So I wait for my freedom
For my clarity
For my ambition
I wait for the bang