Doesn't it scare you to think
That the night sky is a lot like our world
We cannot see the light from stars burning in this moment
We see the light of dead stars,
Their fire only reaching our eyes after they're gone
Do we not do this to the people around us?
Do we not pay for dead artists' art
Long after they're gone
Forgetting that they lived on pennies
Do we not read dead poets' works
Forgetting that it was never published
In their own lifetimes
Do we not treat people like our stars?
Gazing only upon their glory long after they have left us behind
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PoetryMy thoughts are an expanse As deep as the ocean As vast as the universe As vibrant as the galaxy And yet I crave more
