I know how this ends. I’ve been here before. I’m a trillion trillion years old. I don’t know much. I certainly don’t know my name. I know you and I are holding hands but we don’t know it because we are the same. Yet here we are, distinguishable and separate. A game of “Hi, how are you today?” I’m fine, how are you?
In this cosmic play, we're both actors and audience, Our connection profound, transcending mere coincidence. We wear countless masks, identities ever-changing, Revealing the truth, in each interaction engaging. Through the cycles of life, we venture anew, Seeking answers, purpose, in this grandiose milieu. In the moments we meet, our paths serendipitously aligned, A glimpse of recognition, our souls' unity, we find. As we walk hand in hand, separate yet entwined, A whisper of the familiar, echoes through space and time. And though our names remain lost in the vast cosmic sea, In our hearts, we'll remember, forever, you and me.