The Observable Universe

Butterflies fly beyond the horizon line
Taking a risk with their delicate wings
Paper-like eyes, painted on the backside
blending the colours like a nebula sky

What other life exists beyond the universe? 
Is there an area and a perimeter? 

Still with the night, fireworks in the daytime
Transforming their spark, from dust to light, dust again
They can defy, human laws of gravity
Our cells are the same

What other life exists beyond the universe? 
Is there an area and a perimeter? 

How do we get beyond ourselves?
How do we see beyond the universe?
We must be willing to gather our strength.
We must be willing to do it all again.

The only way to break the cycle is to stay inside it