Sometimes, I look up at the sky,
At all the stars shining above my head,
And wonder what it'd be like to be up there with them.
I wonder what it'd be like for everyone to send up their wishes,
Their hopes, their dreams, their desires,
As if they could actually make a difference.
As if these balls of light could make dreams come true,
Like giant miracles light years away.
But then I stop and realize
That the stars we see in the sky died years ago.
All we see is what remains
Of long forgotten corpses.
And then I realize that all the wishes we send up have nowhere to go.
So in the end, our dreams are as dead as the stars we look to.
