As you gaze up into the night, tell me, what do you see?
A sky full of blackness, or a restless infinity?
I'm asking for a reason, I do indeed have a point.
I'm not restlessly writing without the faintest idea of my direction.
I'm writing as a testament to my flawed human perplexion.
Because for every constellation, there's a single secret to be discovered.
For each and every star, there's a story left uncovered.
So I've made it my mission, to navigate through the dark bazaar,
And recite tales of fancy: the stories from the stars.