What is it like up there, I wonder

As I gaze upon the shining stars,

Those bright lights we are always under

What is it like outside this world of ours?

Is there really anything else to see?

What are we looking at from a far?

There has to be something bigger than me,

There must be some divine force,

What has it chosen for us to be?

To leave this world feeling remorse?

To leave behind a grand legacy?

To dissolve in memory at the source?

How does one retain longevity,

And how do we become heavenly