Once I look at the night sky
And thought
Why does everybody seemed to love the stars
When they know they can’t have those
Some deeply stare and mesmerize their being with the stars
Later they’ll realize that its too far
Then they’ll get upset
Some would wish to catch those shiny little rocks up there
Wish that the sky would recognize how much they love to have those
But then they only end up wanting
Some would push an effort
Making themselves astronauts
Making themselves feel the space where the stars are resting
They enter thy galaxy to have a sense of fulfillment
They enjoy every bit of the moment when they, both, are embraced by the same arms of the milky way
Then time comes they have to go back to earth
I realized
No matter how happy you are
When things seemed not to be made for each other
You would still need to go back to where you came from
No matter how bad you want to stay
You still need to leave
Maybe I’ll just be one with everybody
Who stares and wishes
Who dreams and waits
Maybe the sky would lend me the star I want to have
For a moment, can I have a shooting star
- Cliché of Feeling - September 19, 2020
- In the Blink of an Eye - September 19, 2020
- Cautious - May 10, 2020
