Often confusing

My star

Why cant we just go,
To the ends of the earth and beyond.
To see the distant stars,
Like we used to so long ago.
Why must it be mundane,
Why not a magic train?
Why are we still here,
To what end must I go?
My questions are unanswerable,
For to us we are we,
And never may we see those stars again,
The only sorrow I heed.
For once twas wonderful,
And to womder I wish it returned,
And yet some things are things indeed,
Cracked broken, fragile steel.
Useless as I, to leave,
Once more perhaps alone,
For I need the stars, the breeze,
And hope my trails will guide you through.
For it seems naught we will journey again,
And happy I am in your happy den.
And so I leave, I bid goodbye,
With you I leave, my heart, my star.