Dear Diary,
are all the stars closer?
or does the feeling haunt you?
with no wings to fly like Icarus
yet a dream to dance among the stars
lightyears away, they seem hauntingly close.
does the feeling haunt you?
every goal so close,
every calculated promise almost fulfilled,
the effort you put in making you think you've lived
while our dreams, our stars, shine lightyears ahead.
Grow wings and fly, straight into the sky.
Wave the earth goodbye.
Open your eyes to realize,
you better live your life,
we're running out of time.
this may be the night your dreams let you know.
all the stars are closer.
