Falling Together

What's that? There That thing moving in the middle Look again That Pale, blue, dancer Look again at that dot Surrounded by all that space Such a small thing Almost nothing Surrounded by darkness Surrounded by what's called Everything else Look again at that dot That's here That stage, that dancer There a whole world in that dancer A microcosm of everyone you love Everyone you know Every human being who ever was When he turns his head, it's not his head turning But all the heads turning If she raises a hand, it's not hеr hand rising It's all the hands rising Look again This is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arеna A little pile of dust suspended in a light-beam struggling for significance But what's it about? Look again at that dancer What the fuck But that's it That's all there is Us A lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark In all this vastness There is no hint that help would come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves So alright, yeah, I will have a double Yes, I will fall Open arms into and out of me own ego Let go, let go, let go, the great let go Look again at that dancer That's you You're here, that's us With open arms fallen into a deep dark blue abyss through time, and space, and regret, and privilege, and denial, and dance And dance And dance Arch up Look up To where we were Where we are Nothing to do But to treat And be treat with kindness To preserve one-another, and to cherish And to cherish the pale, blue, dot