Recycle

And all of our lives, out of all lives, through life we will be growing.
In adolescence, our ancient particles wishing to return to the origin
Expanding outwards just as the stars have, ages ago
It is why we grow, so we can touch the stars
So the particles can escape from the confinement of a human body
And become universal
But we already have
We always were

The universe began with a big bang.
Boom, we enter the world from our mother's womb
The universe came from nothing
And we were nothing, non-existent

Soon enough we will be recycled
The particles will go through different lives, different stages
On and on
We are a phase
Within a phase, within a phase
You take, and at the end of your life, you give
The particles you are made of, what are their pasts?
What will be their futures?
Are we all just humans?
Or are we much more?