The thought of getting
out of this world for a bit
appeals to me.
I don't mean a rocket ship trip to Mars
or some unknown cosmic city.
I would like to be a star.
Not so I can shine or be a beauty.
Just so I can see everything from up there
and know that it can't touch me.
I may be lonely, but as a star
I can be lonely and safe.
I can't boast that luxury
here in this space.
I live on a planet filled with people
and yet I am lonely.
A lot like the stars, I feel,
who inhabit a sky, a universe filled with billions alike,
each afire with some sort of light
that burns bright,
Beacons of hope in both day and night,
And yet they are each millions of miles
away from each other.
All together and all alone.
We like to think of the stars
as a wish granting factory.
There for our wishes and hopes and dreams,
Fit for use just when we deem
it necessary.
you could call it a satisfactory.
Sometimes I wonder if they stare down at our little planet
filled with all the lights we put on it
and make wishes.
I wonder what the stars wish about.
If I could I would go and ask one,
in hopes of understanding
just what it is we all want.
In hopes of finding ways
to make the world less daunting.
I would ask the stars so many things.
Maybe then the lonely would end,
and I could call the stars my friends.
SK
A/N: felt really caged today, and thought I would write about getting out of the world for a bit.
