The Universe

At work the other day, I got reflective and accidentally wrote a poem. My apologies. 

I often look at the stars.
I get a feeling of vertigo if I think about it too hard.
How is it possible that we're still alone?
If I stare long enough, and engage all the Math,
I can begin to see a three dimensional view of
The Universe

I often look at the stars.
I get a feeling of sadness if I think about it too hard.
Could it be that all of this is for naught?
My imagination takes over, when I disengage the Math,
I see a perfect, three dimensional view of
The Universe

I often look at the stars.
I get a feeling of wonder if I think about it too hard.
Within the scope of all this enormity, why can I only...
Why can I only think of my own mortality,
When I see a three dimensional view of
The Universe