are we all just stars trying to find our way?
find our place within the sky
where we'll shine bright
and light up the night?
are we all just stars moving through the sky
trying to find our way to our place?
the spot in which we belong
where we are supposed to be?
are we all just stars seeking the constellation we can complete?
the constellations we can start?
the constellations we can be the missing piece to?
are we all hoping to be a shooting star?
the star the flies through the night sky,
lighting a golden path behind it
and illuminating everything in front of it.
or maybe we are novas,
the stars that shine so bright
you must look away for it hurts to see.
maybe we are novas,
the stars that continue to get bright, so bright
until they fade away.
why is it that the better we become,
the more out of touch we are with ourselves?
the more we lose ourselves?
a nova cannot create constellations in the sky.
a nova cannot finish constellations in the sky.
a nova cannot be a star,
even though it is a star.
