I'm shape shifting into stardust;
the irrevocable return to nothing -
the erratic beginnings of a universe.
The first verse shouts the birth of..., the genesis.
The ending of the second one plunged me in the past to a time we had a 'firewood' kitchen outside our main house. It took me home.
Indeed the genesis, the beginning, the big bang. The ending of something is the beginning of something else and life continues.
Yeah I love those rural settings. Reminds me of the past too when my mom used to tell us stories beneath lantern flickering light. It feels like a dream now.
Thanks for stopping by @tezmel.
A dream that sometimes wants to overtake these chaos we got ourselves into by adulting. I know that dream.